This Rain
I'm here you're in the in betweenI'm lost and found and I can see the
The rain that's washing over me and
Untying all the knots in me as it
Soothingly slides down my wrist
Extinguishing my flaming fist
Surrounding me with cooling mist
In which only calmness can exist
I mourn for every drop I miss
Cuz' each one is a refreshing kiss,
And nothing feels so new as this
If it all were true, I wish, I wish,
I wish that time would take a rest so
I wouldn't have to stand its test and
I wish your head was sweetly pressed
Against my tired, heaving chest
If I could only see your eyes
Through all that in between us lies
If I could only touch the light
Around you glowing through the night
I know, I know when we look back
Our lives seem to have gone by fast
And I know this rain will come to pass
But I wish I knew the sun would last
And it's killing me that I have to see
You bearing so much misery and I
Wish you with your personality
Could live like me, like me, like me
Except in times like these, like now
When I hate the world that's all around
Just because it's there, but yet somehow
It's presence I will presently disavow
My thoughts they go so deep, so deep
Far past what any mind can see
So how could words dare hope to reach?
An asymptote of infinity
I trace them to the outer edge
Of what I can see inside my head
And I find that another endless thread it
Has only to more questions led
So tell me why I should believe
That it all will work out eventually
When it seems everyone sees every scene
Through their own tinted window and dirty screen
I really didn't want to write like this
I really didn't want to think like this
I really do not want to be like this
I really do not want to see like this
I do not want a word of praise
For anything I do or say
Why does it always have to be this way?
Just three lines back – that's a lie, okay?
I need someone to make me real
To say just what they truly feel
I need someone to make me feel
That what they say is truly real
We'll never have it figured out
But we'll never cease to think about
Life and death and faith and doubt
Flourish with, and whither without
I feel a growing certainty
That paradise is you with me
Yet how on earth could you agree?
You need not share my rain with me.
Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2009-05-25 at 05:48
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