LOOKING AT THE RAIN REMINDS ME OF THE NIGHTS YOU
HELD ME CLOSE BUT WAS SO FAR AWAY.
AT TIMES I FOUND MYSELF CRYING WITH THE RAIN.
IT REPLENISHES THE SOUL AND CLEANSES THE SPIRIT.
HOLDING THE THOUGHTS OF YOU.
I FEEL YOUR ARMS CLOSE TO MY HEART.
NEAR MY NECK I REACH FOR YOU.
THE RAIN AGAINST THE GLASS REMINDS ME I AM HERE.
IT FEELS LIKE YOUR FINGERTIPS TAPPING ME EVERYWHERE.
IF THE RAIN CLEARS I KNOW THIS IS THE LAST OF YOU I WILL SEE.
NOT A DROP NOR A TEAR I SAVE THEM ALL
HOPING YOU WILL COME BACK AND BE WITH ME AGAIN.
THE RAIN IS COUNTLESS DROPS OF TEARS AND FEARS.
HOPING YOU BELIEVE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER.
AFRAID OF LOSING I STARE LONGER.
TRYING TO COUNT EACH ONE BUT NO ONE IS THE SAME.
IT SERVES PURPOSES AND GIVES NEW MEANING.
TWO OF THE SAME BUT DIFFERENT IN MEANING.
THERE IS NO ONE OR THE OTHER.
I NEED THEM BOTH JUST SO I CAN FEEL THE RAIN.
About Me
- Puddles_Galore
- "I ASKED GOD TO MAKE MY HEART COLD SO I COULDN'T FEEL. I ASKED GOD TO TAKE AWAY THE GREED IN MY EYES SO I WOULDN'T BE BLIND. GOD ANSWERED "I WILL GIVE YOU LOVE THAT IS ENDLESS BUT YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IT IN YOUR HEART AND VALUE WHAT YOU SEE!"
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