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Oh these sweet subtle bullets Pouring down from the sooty skies Hitting me with every beautiful memory Memories stashed deep inside. resurfaced. Tearing the old gashes sewn shut *Our Passion like the thunder Your velvety breath like this breeze.. Every touch like these drops, making me fragile More than ever... Our union, as pure as this newly washed earth..* But it was, it isn't anymore... N I am being cut, torn apart from the pain. Ripped and broken... And then the calm returns The rains go away, leaving me undone Blood drained, limp and weak. Scars, old and new. Lost, without You.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
So The Rains Have Come
Oh these sweet subtle bullets Pouring down from the sooty skies Hitting me with every beautiful memory Memories stashed deep inside. resurfaced. Tearing the old gashes sewn shut *Our Passion like the thunder Your velvety breath like this breeze.. Every touch like these drops, making me fragile More than ever... Our union, as pure as this newly washed earth..* But it was, it isn't anymore... N I am being cut, torn apart from the pain. Ripped and broken... And then the calm returns The rains go away, leaving me undone Blood drained, limp and weak. Scars, old and new. Lost, without You.
When soft raindrops, become knives to your injured soul, Memories are revived unintentionally.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
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