The tapping
and rapping
of which you believe to be rain
striking your glass
belongs not to nature
but of the rocks which
my hands hurl
Drowning in rain
and thoughts of you
driving me
placing me
a few feet below you
as you dream
the shouting of mine
is lost in the whirling,
whipping rain and thunder
pronouncing and proclaiming
true feelings
i somehow seem weightless
under the window
which i hope to glimpse your face
but... asleep you stay
comfortable under sheets and covers
with eyelids tightly sealed
dreaming away
white noise the only thing
your ears pick up
After hours of waiting
throwing and screaming
i quit
not wishing to awake the unwanted
i leave a simple note
tied round your mailbox
and let the rain
push my head farther into sorrow
walking away
not even comprehending
the fact
that the same rain that
drenches me and,
falls on your window
is blurring the ink
of which i confessed
truly and completely
i love you
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
The tapping
and rapping
of which you believe to be rain
striking your glass
belongs not to nature
but of the rocks which
my hands hurl
Drowning in rain
and thoughts of you
driving me
placing me
a few feet below you
as you dream
the shouting of mine
is lost in the whirling,
whipping rain and thunder
pronouncing and proclaiming
true feelings
i somehow seem weightless
under the window
which i hope to glimpse your face
but... asleep you stay
comfortable under sheets and covers
with eyelids tightly sealed
dreaming away
white noise the only thing
your ears pick up
After hours of waiting
throwing and screaming
i quit
not wishing to awake the unwanted
i leave a simple note
tied round your mailbox
and let the rain
push my head farther into sorrow
walking away
not even comprehending
the fact
that the same rain that
drenches me and,
falls on your window
is blurring the ink
of which i confessed
truly and completely
i love you
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