You are stranger than the rain,
When I try to hold you in my hand,
you seep right through my fingers,
leave me longing for a drop of you.
Pouring on my wet head,
slowly rolling down my nose and
reaching to a dead end
sounds doop dub doop.
Silence is broken
by the thoughts unspoken
Your 'Yes', your 'No'
cause pain and more devotion.
I see a rainbow but it's black and white
waiting for you to rain again
bring the colors and make it right
I don't want red, blue, green
I want you to be with me... again.
Beauty in thorns.
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