Can I sing
You a song
From my heart?

It leaks from
My soul like
Gasoline on
A quiet starry night.

Spark.

It all explodes.

Love me,
You.
Out there.
Here.
You.
You,
Where you are
Where I am
The space in between
Life and dreams
And cold reality.

Wait.
Turn around.
Look back.

Me.

Go.
Run away.
Eyes ahead.

Them.

Stop.
Don't move.
Not a word.

Us.

Like summer rain,
My tears flow
Hot, fat drops
Down the planes of my cheeks
Trembling with the weight
Of my despair.

I have found
That it is not what it seems.
Nothing is or ever was
And never will be.
I walk down
This tightrope line
Trying to unearth
The truth in my desire
The pain in your eyes,
Reflections of my own.

Like a summer rain,
You're there
Then gone.
Unpredictable,
Frustratingly so.
Unreliable.
I wonder if
You were ever even there.

I wish there was someone
To find me in my darkness.
I want most of all
For that someone
To be you.

Like a summer rain
To extinguish the flames
Scorching my mind.
I need you there
To wash the tears from my eyes.
To break the fever
One more time.

There is no respite
From this disease.
You only make me numb.
I just want to feel again.
To live again.

Like a summer rain,
You're falling all around me
Drowning me in blue.

It rained.
My legs stick to the rock wall
Where I'm sitting.
It's humid.

It's sunny.
I take a deep breath and relax
And feel the warmth.
It's hot.

It's breezy.
My hair tickles my nose
Where the wind has tossed it.
It's cool.

It's sprinkling.
I shiver where a drop
Slips slowly down my back.
It's wet.

It's pouring.
Water streams though my hair
And down my face.
It's chilly.

It's cloudy.
The rain lifts off of me
In great clouds of steam.
It's humid.

It's sunny.
My hair drips water onto my face
But I'm dry.
It's hot.

Would I wait forever
For a kiss?
Would I wait forever
For a smile?
Would I wait forever
For a laugh?
Would I wait forever
For you?

Who are you?

Be careful.
Not everyone you meet is good.
But there's a way you can tell
A way that always shows a person true
No matter how good they seem.
Apples grow from apple trees.
You'll never see an orange
Growing from an apple tree.
You know an apple tree
Because it has apples.
You know a good person
Because of the good that comes with them.
There ain't never gonna be a bad person
That has real good come with 'em.
No matter just how good
They say and seem.

So be careful.
I learned the hard way.
Learn now.
I don't want to see you here
On the streets
Like me.