If the rain can pound down as I lay in my bed,
minuscule mishaps and **** in my head,
why can the rain then, not reach in my brain?
Pound at the worries,
wash away pain?
The rain comes to visit again and again;
whether a friend or a foe, I couldn’t explain.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
If the rain can pound down as I lay in my bed,
minuscule mishaps and **** in my head,
why can the rain then, not reach in my brain?
Pound at the worries,
wash away pain?
The rain comes to visit again and again;
whether a friend or a foe, I couldn’t explain.
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