Friday, January 23, 2009

writing sets me free

[the perfect storm]

last night you made me cry
and i wept till my soul grew dry
this morning came my passion falling as rain
the clouds were the same clouds clouding my brain
different kind of storm but the aftermath is the same
they say when it rains its angels crying and its because they feel my pain
and its raining today because you loved me in vain


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