March Is Mocking Me

Tear drops on my window, the sky is white, Sunday morning is here and the world is a fright. Chill screaming winds, cars driving by, I only want spring, but for now I’m fine.  Empty branches creeping along the outside view, I want there to be leaves, but thats nothing new.

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