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FlyHigh20

Published: Apr 2, 2010

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Literature Text

The rain against the window
       letting me sleep
pulsing in my heart
t
   r
     i
       c
         k
           l
            i
             n
                g
       down.

through my heart

   splashing in my mind
making my heart
    just a little bit more
              colder.

the thunder tightens
lashing into me
     lightening
FLASHING
blinding in my mind

angry and cold.

I pretend
  I hide
     I curse
        I lie
You don't see
You don't look
what happened?
what split you and me?
we were
now we're not
gone silent
zero

the rain against my window
letting me sleep
softly caressing
the pain in me
silently soothing
the savage wounds

       washing my tears away
        no one sees the blood
        a silent weary tear
         mixes with the silence

a
   single
        d
        r
        o
         p
     splashes.

silent.

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started by a friend saying "the rain against my window letting me sleep". written about the same friend and I. some of it is fiction some of it is not

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ShawnPikul

Sep 21, 2016

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