May 2012
Neither think nor feel of things like pain,
Let all that wash away down the drain.
Until you can’t remember why you came.
Lose it in the smell, the feeling, the sound... the rain.
Let all that wash away down the drain.
Until you can’t remember why you came.
Lose it in the smell, the feeling, the sound... the rain.
I wrote this on a sunny day, back when I still thought poems should rhyme.
