even when it's warm your skin is cold -
maybe it needs some chicken soup, a nice hot bowl.
then when it's wet the sky finally reflects
your eyes in heaven, 'cause last I checked
drops were free from the prison of your eyes,
running away 'cause they never dried.
umbrellas can't keep off tears,
and light won't always refresh your worst fears.
when you're halfway to my state of mind,
you can't discern what matters most, I find
rain to be the same as shine.














Comments
is that supposed to be your?
annnnd i fucking love it.
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wherever you go, there you are.
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