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Wheres The Rain Coming From
Knowing that opportunity is gone,
I see the rain falling around me,
I don’t even, feel it, I don’t get wet,
See, people don’t think about it,
I sit at the balcony, smoke your,
Breath of hate, smiling memories, game
Played, walks at the park, and mall,
Blow out your feelings, all those
Fighting moments, the hate, the different attitude
Faces, staring at the times, you are tired,
I look at you, you look like never,
I Look at you like forever, exist and end?
Because the beginning of this
Story, is so mellow, pleasure,
If this passion, if this keep happening I’m going
Sick, I faint; I’m skinnier, is you,
Is me trying to write this poem
Want to be explicit, I don’t even know how to,
I want to write a song, saying that
I’m here; I’m here in this grey weather,
Sank in this silent, looking for an answer
Why I’m without you here, in this balcony,
With a cigar washing the rain falling,
And an empty chair next to me, and I see you
But the view is blared. Come with me to see the rain
This rain that has no end, it does hurt, they dry throat, the
Sad look, the agony, this loneliness, this I feeling like shit,
Or better still, less. But I say.
I did not know I could,
I’ve been strong, but no longer, not anymore,
I’m Sniffing; I dry my face, now you know where
The rain is falling from the edges of my eyes.
SENA
I see the rain falling around me,
I don’t even, feel it, I don’t get wet,
See, people don’t think about it,
I sit at the balcony, smoke your,
Breath of hate, smiling memories, game
Played, walks at the park, and mall,
Blow out your feelings, all those
Fighting moments, the hate, the different attitude
Faces, staring at the times, you are tired,
I look at you, you look like never,
I Look at you like forever, exist and end?
Because the beginning of this
Story, is so mellow, pleasure,
If this passion, if this keep happening I’m going
Sick, I faint; I’m skinnier, is you,
Is me trying to write this poem
Want to be explicit, I don’t even know how to,
I want to write a song, saying that
I’m here; I’m here in this grey weather,
Sank in this silent, looking for an answer
Why I’m without you here, in this balcony,
With a cigar washing the rain falling,
And an empty chair next to me, and I see you
But the view is blared. Come with me to see the rain
This rain that has no end, it does hurt, they dry throat, the
Sad look, the agony, this loneliness, this I feeling like shit,
Or better still, less. But I say.
I did not know I could,
I’ve been strong, but no longer, not anymore,
I’m Sniffing; I dry my face, now you know where
The rain is falling from the edges of my eyes.
SENA
Published 5th May 2012
| Edited 6th May 2012
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