I've seen the ugly parts
Of you & I've cozied up
And fell asleep just fine.
Not with the idea of
Perfection
But with how perfect
You blossom in the
Rain.
Umbrellas can only protect
Us from so much.
I love the sound of hard rain.
I love splashing
Between the ditch of your lips
Kissing away the pain
Of yesterday
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