poems

Untitled Part 5

I hear the rain falling hard outside 

It hurts to know that we can't hide 

But hiding's only meant for shame

And I would gladly, proudly proclaim 

That you're my love and I am yours 

For you I'd cross to distant shores 

I'd kiss the sky and break the mold 

Just to lay with you until I'm old 

I fear the thunder lightning brings  

But rain is comfort 'long with other things 

I long to hold you, this you know 

I don't know if I can await next snow