**If I had the power, I would make it rain all day, all night, until the sound of the drops starts to fade
I would make the clouds dark, so when the sun shines, rainbows will always end in pitch black
I would make sure every single self looks like my soul: lacerated, timorous, lost
Their hearts would beat on the rhythm of my thoughts: lingering, infinite, callous**
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
**If I had the power, I would make it rain all day, all night, until the sound of the drops starts to fade
I would make the clouds dark, so when the sun shines, rainbows will always end in pitch black
I would make sure every single self looks like my soul: lacerated, timorous, lost
Their hearts would beat on the rhythm of my thoughts: lingering, infinite, callous**
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