downpour drought
these days of downpour, i feel so sorry for my self for having love drought.
no rain can quench my thirst at hand. no wind can blow my knees and knock them down. no torrent can leave me ravaged by love.
tonight is cold and im alone in bed, i am in a very sorry state, when i know all the world is warmed by love’s unwavering fire.
all i hear is peter-patter, not the beat that i long for.
this is such a shame. i am sorry for my self.
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