Premature Rainbows

August 25, 2009
Just another lost soul
Chasing premature rainbows
Through the thunderstorm

As lightning flashes down
Rain mingles with tears
And on you keep running
Blind to all but that rainbow
Ignoring its dissapearance

Muttering feverishly
When the storm finally clears
When all that's left
Is the cold sting of your dreams
And the dying light
Of a thousand falling stars

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