when I hear the rain
gently
drumming on the roof
I think of
all the summers
that never
came
when I hear the dark
whispering
in my bedroom
I think of
myself dead
when I can only
hear my thoughts
the silence
stays still
and the things I never
dared to say
well they remain
untold
when I hear the rain
the early hours
slowly drain me
as I lay naked
on your side of the bed
barely daring to
breathe
for there is such darkness
in me
in which the wild beasts
feast
I still hear the rain
drumming
drumming
softly
when I think of
you
but I've been playing
dead
far too long
Selite:
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