This Morning Rain
It's such a Drain
But a bit of bright blond
Blows by, after the dawn,
Releasing a sigh,
Between the yawns
And yearns for coffee.
As she fills my cup, her smile
Seems to perk me up,
So I Drink it fast**
To make sure the smile lasts
that is, until
The next refill
JMF 1999

Before I was me, I was her.
Before you were you, you were him.
Before we were us we were nothing.

We've been here before.
Walked through the same door.
Never before meeting.

I knew you, the moment I met you.
I felt a connection, a tug of memories.
I knew I'd looked at those eyes before.

Soulmate gets overused,
but how do you explain the pain
when we part?

We've been together before.
Before we were us.
In the Here and Now.

We were then and past.
Soul mates.
Always and Before.

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g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

She's the kind of girl
who's been left multiple
times, but doesn't have
the heart to leave him
no matter how badly
she's been hurt.