I love the rain,
The way it gracefully falls from the leaves,
To plop soundlessly on an unforgiving ground,
Soaking up the rain until it fades away.
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Love is delicate,
As like the petals of a rose
Love is innocent,
like the purity of a rose
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'Who am I Who am I'
everyone gather round
i'll shed my thorny crown
and sing a lilting melodic trill for ye.
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A prisoner of doubt
is quick to the drain
being bound to his pout,
With a crippling chain.
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When she loves,
she'll hold it tight in her heart
When she cries,
she'll hide all the pain in her heart
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Your hope is a leaf,
amongst a flower,
where liquidy dew drops fall,
into its gentle grasp.
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There is a tiny plant,
A Lilac,
Weathered with drought,
Aged with an instinct for survival.
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Cigarettes...
The burn in my throat is so familiar.
Cough, sleep, cough, and wake.
Burn’t muck dripping down the drain.
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Ignore me.
I do not realize-
I have absolutely no poise
and I have no ties anymore.
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