As the rain it trickles down
Upon my window pane
The window is cloudy now
With my fingers I write your name
As I write I love you
I think of you and I
I wonder why life it is
And the many questions why
I can't help but to feel it
As I too I draw a heart
Although we are not together
I can't help the tears that start
What a difference a day it makes
On my window on a cloudy day
I wish it would take the pain
And somehow make it go away
But as the raindrops trickle down
I alone, I have found
Just like the rain the tear drops they fall
It doesn't matter at all.
Copyright 2004 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kinda like writing that person's initials in mustard on a sandwich...then the whole name. *big mistake! it's nasty ;) *