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The Rain

There's a certain rhythm to the rain
All of my thoughts, fading away
Rivulets streaking through the pain
Coagulating into puddles where I lay
My memories are drowning
Down, down, across the floor
Still it won't stop raining
I'm forgetting what I've fallen for
I can't remember now
If this rain is the sky's tears or mine
I don't know how
These dreams are washed away in time
And until the grey clouds clear
I will be waiting here




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SuNshiNe007 said...
May 17, 2012 at 9:14 am:
I love this! And I know how you feel. Great poem!
 
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