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Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Oh the rain does fall
Countless droplets crash on the grass
They break open on the brick wall
They slide down the smooth glass

She walks alone in the rain
Her brown coat soaked
The color in her emeralds never drain
Though they are constantly cloaked

Glimmering cars rush by
She walks with such grace
Under the steel gray sky
Wearing bright smile on her face

Someone yells her name
She can not hear it over the rain
Everything sounds the same
She walks down the lane

Lighting brightens the sky
Puddles get deep
She starts to cry
The rain starts to seep

She has gone too far
She runs back
She finds her door ajar
She drops her pack

She hugs her mom
Tears stain their faces
She promises not to roam
To those wet places
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
The water falls down.
Today the sky is crying
the tears fill the air

her tears fill my heart
her scream is a thunder clap
loud and condemning

the water carves deep
Breaking down the dirt
Carved with true sorrow

her pain never stops
constantly numbing her heart
life without a sun
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Are you there?
Or are you a whisper in my head
Some things are unfair
I fear to fall out of bed.

I'm gone.
Dust blowing in the breeze
Too tired to yawn
My breath seems to freeze

I lay on the floor
My head is tired
Your voice seemed to soar
My brain is wired

Trying to find my other eye
Searching for what was lost
You made my heart fly
Was it worth the cost?
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Music flows through your eyes.
It fills them to the brink
Expands the blue skies
A huge glass to drink

Eyes heavy with drum beats
Music says what can't be said
Sleeping on top of the sheets
Songs paint a picture in your head

Birds in your sleep
Gray eyes hovering in the dark
Shouting Base lines that start to creep
The bird is a lark.
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Looking through the moon's eye
Hoping to start a fire
She says its time to fly
Oh but shes preaching to the choir
The colors wash away
Everything come together
Trying to find the world today
Stones as light as a feather
On track,abstract,everyone knows
The yellow brick road we do travel
People cry like crows
Whispering secrets to unravel
Music fills our empty mouths
So shout sing scream
Its time to fly south
Time to start a dream
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Words pour out.
Flooding the mind
Weaving the seeds of doubt
Hands in a bind
slowly drowning in words
she looks with a blank stare
her silence stabs like sharp swords
she doesn't care
the single stream of words stop
eyes fill with tears
she leaves the shop
now just empty with fears

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