In literature I go
Still I search for you
Firm grasp of the pen
Still I search for you
To the canvas & brush
Still I search for you
Until my passion is met
I will always search for you

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

One drop
Two drops
Three drops
Four

The rain drips, down the door,

Five drops
Six drops
Seven drops
Eight

It yells, "get out of bed, and don't be late."

Nine drops
Ten drops
Eleven drops
Twelve

It falls cold, and wet, to the ground

Thirteen drops
Fourteen drops
Fifteen drops
Sixteen

Oh how much the rain did miss me

Seventeen drops
Eighteen drops
Nineteen drops
Twenty

No more rain please,
We have plenty
-Madi.S

Common *** for common man
Leave passion for the poet