It was the first time it called my name
A table full of tokens
A heart full of webs
A hand full of aces
But no more strength to play
There's two kinds of rain
One hides your tears away
One reminds with every drop
How she makes you feel
I've ran out of parts to play
And now there's just one
The grey cold kind of rain
Help me roar it out
Before it tears my heart apart
Calm me, soothe me
Give me one good night
I want to feel one more time
What it feels to walk
happy in the rain
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Two kinds of rain
PoetryA bunch of my thoughts aka the book of self pity (0_0) Life didn't go too much as planned, but I'm pretty sure that's what life is, a bunch of our failed plans, and whole lots of fateluck.
