i can feel it,
i can hear it,
i cant understand it,
and i cant share it.
at times when im hurt,
i fear it.
if a cut gets wet it burns,
and i cant bear it.
and when i cry its my best friend,
when i need it, its there to mend.
when a flower is dying, all it needs is rain.
when a heart is hurt, its cause is pain.
it came to mind, that love is like rain.
it occurd in my mind they are both the same.
i can feel love
i can hear love
i dont understand love
i cant share love
i cant stand love.
i fear love, i no longer yern for it to rain on me.
i didnt ask for love, it came to me.
rain is fresh, love is pure.
when love ends, i think death,
when rain ends i think rebirth.
rain is lonely, and sometimes so am i.
until hes here again, its all better.