Burnt
5/30/2009
We put the fire out in New Orleans,
What embers left only in dreams.
Smoldering ashes full of strain,
Left in that Louisiana rain.
We came together to fall apart,
One last time to be sure of our hearts.
The city raised our pulse,
But it was all in vain.
She knew before she came,
We’d leave it all in the rain.
That’s why I didn’t feel blue,
Because, I . . . knew it too.
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