because.
eventhough the rain is cold and bitter
it still paints the roads with its shiny ectasy to be felt
it drops in when you least expect it
it reflects things brilliantly
and is something rather to be learned from
than ran from
I wanna live like rain
and touch things and people
I do not know
I want to be benefical to someones survival
I want I want I want
and I fall and fall and fall and fall
sometimes silently
sometimes loudly
either way I crash
and you feel it more than I do.
and we laugh all the way to the ground
so its not so bad.
me as the rain
you as my unfortunate stranger.
this rain is much like our love
thats why.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 12:57 PM UTC
because.
eventhough the rain is cold and bitter
it still paints the roads with its shiny ectasy to be felt
it drops in when you least expect it
it reflects things brilliantly
and is something rather to be learned from
than ran from
I wanna live like rain
and touch things and people
I do not know
I want to be benefical to someones survival
I want I want I want
and I fall and fall and fall and fall
sometimes silently
sometimes loudly
either way I crash
and you feel it more than I do.
and we laugh all the way to the ground
so its not so bad.
me as the rain
you as my unfortunate stranger.
this rain is much like our love
thats why.
