It's Raining Again
How can it be raining again drops so full of the past dripping into the future drying on wilted leaves made of sworn secrets. Puddles made of tears and I walk through them and i melt again into who I used to be. I let you mold me and suddenly all those voices return in my head and I am out in that garden lying on dead flowers because the one before you killed them. And I look up at gray clouds silently wondering how can it be raining again drops so full of the past dripping into the future drying on wilted leaves made of sworn secrets. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 12:14 PM PST, Chauna 0 • 18 • 1
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"How can it be raining again..."