Rain,rain
Tell me this
Tell me what
Have I just missed
Tell me why
Through all this pain
I reach out
To make that stain
Rain,rain
Tell me why
It's not water
When I cry
It is crimson
Down my skin
Tell me rain
Is this a sin?
Rain,rain
Will you speak
Cure me from
This bloody streak
Is it my pain
That makes you cry?
Would you be weeping
When I die?
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
