You were the rain I was asking for
In years, I suffered under the rays of the sun
Burning with a sunburned heart
Waiting to be cleansed by the drips of loveI enjoyed the rain of arrows piercing through me
But he was the umbrella
Covering me, preventing to let you through
Sacrificing himself as you produce thunderFor years, I asked for the rain
Not knowing I was carrying an umbrella
Hindering the storm of your love
Until he bleeds and destroyed himself
As I let my heart guarded with his
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ПоэзияWords that I should have told you A COLLECTION OF POEMS AND RANDOM THOUGHTS | HIGHEST RANK #7 || 09.22.18|