Why do people say my heart will write all my thoughts out like  the addicted drugs flowing threw my Bains.


Why do we bring beauty prospective in dead heat of summer when everything dues of water.

Why do people say to me my russian blue eyes match a vary stormy m9nth of the rain storms.


WHyde be in hand of a angel that will make your wrists bleed.



Why summer than cold weather with rain.


I feel like I'm not going insane when I can spread my wings and write all my stories to my life experiences.


Why should we look at summer when cold and rainy weather brings new life into  equinox.


My left hand might be my weapon but violence shouldn't be risk when your only escape is being bathed into the cold rain filling up all your cuts broken bones brussis.


The rain will save us from rushing into danger with out fear.


Let me rain so I can bring my next generation back