Let the rain fall down on me Let it cool down all the anger in me Like it cools down the the hot ground after a harsh summer Let it soften my heart Like it does to the rock hard dry ground After a brutal sun burn
Let the rain fall down on me Let it clean my soul like it does to the dusty streets after a windy day let it raise my joy like the water levels rise after a heavy rain
let the rain fall down on me let it spring new life in me like it does to the dead plants after the first rain let it put everything in order like it restores the earth every time it rains
Raindrops as they fall tremble Like words in a conversation Drenched and drowned we dream Under the rainy-shade of lightning Explorers keep exploring however painful the path is Sometimes searching for things they don't wish to find But explorers don't stop under the weight of rain And stronger they become eventually to **** (love) Drops are words, we are drenched and drowning Rainfall will help the waiting sun.
It's not a happy poem. Words like tremble, drenched, drowned, painfull, **** etc hide in the plane sight of what's happening in life. Conversations are important and they help the sun shine in a person.
Six was the fall climb and reach for it motivated by your all you let me go, into the pit into the void how could I have let this happen, the periodical sin to let you avoid a lot more than my skin
six minus all it's pretty hard to recall when I was a ***** to your orders manifesting disorders using me for your sick desires you weren't the key but you flaunted it, spread around like wildfire
here you made me crawl as I followed your every demand shattered me in the rainfall scattered the shards with your very own hand if I knew it would turn out like this, on that very special day near the end of autumn I would've declined that kiss and it'd be not him.
I woke up this morning... With a different sense of things. No more sadness alluring me. Nothing pulling at my heart strings. I woke up to rainfall. Whilst the sky was black and blue I never felt more one with the earth, besides when I'm howling at the moon. The weather was a reflection of myself. Manifesting my inner turmoil into a beautiful Thunderstorm. I'm torn. Torn from my esteem, Stuck aiming to please But cannot nonetheless Tomorrow is another day But today I feel content.