Even if I pretend it made me happy Even if I pretend it hasn't Lower and lower I descend I put myself out there, admitting what we all know is true With my magnifying glass trying to locate even one clue Only on myself can I depend In rain that falls so softly it might as well be mist In a world where love can only last til the end of the tryst Is where we all must stand I've made no time for you before adding to my regrets one more I trust so much that I give you my hand And I get burned. I retreat into my shell Because it's something that I know too well Since you've been away... I make do with my limited mind Someone who understands me is hard to find Since we can't get together, let's play In rain that lies upon the city like a blanket upon beauty We sit and watch the days melt into each other In rain that turns the night into a canvas of remote solitude I sit at my window gazing into nothing. So the rain comes, and it washes away the grime of a crushed dream soundlessly. A taxicab retreats down a damp street. Back lights flashing a romantic tattoo Taking someone to their home, over which a sky blue! I remember the days when the rain wrote the scene streets glistened from the lights and were swept so clean And now? What now? In rain things become what they were meant to be.Birth sign: Aries
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