Monday, 17 July 2017

Rain On Me

Lisa, life has gathered your pains
As waters logged within you
So that you're swollen with sorrow
I'm dry and damned from life's harshness
Rain on me your pains as August
When in her brokeness cries with disgust
Let my soul sprout forth flowers
Be they wild and thorny
Be they hard and horny
For some of us just come already broken
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