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 love
I 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 thunder
For 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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PoetryWords that I should have told you A COLLECTION OF POEMS AND RANDOM THOUGHTS | HIGHEST RANK #7 || 09.22.18|
