If your quiet... real quiet...
You can hear the rain speak. Each patter... each drop dancing ever so elegantly by my feet. "Join us" they whisper. Ever so wet your feet will get. But the so(u)les will be washed clean. Each painful memory. Every pinky toe bump. Every broken dream. Every moment will then be forgotten.
Wil be you . Me. And the rain...
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
If your quiet... real quiet...
You can hear the rain speak. Each patter... each drop dancing ever so elegantly by my feet. "Join us" they whisper. Ever so wet your feet will get. But the so(u)les will be washed clean. Each painful memory. Every pinky toe bump. Every broken dream. Every moment will then be forgotten.
Wil be you . Me. And the rain...