Rain, rain, come again another day
I don't deserve your embrace today
Or the swell of the sweet smell you leave
In the wake of such a terrible dream
I'm puddle-jumping my way through the fall
Tapping leaves in the damp forest
In the overcast, in the spring, they call
I'm shaking in the dew left over
The morning side of a petulant life
And I wonder why I hate myself
When I've only been alive long enough
To know I'm a stranger to my reflection
And everyone I meet
Could we camp here
And forever be enclosed
By the arms of ancient oak
By the meadow's soft fold
It's a dream, but I need it
Because the insides are cold
Raise the mists from the field
That we might dance in fog
And be free from the horizon
All these old defining lines
We can make it our own
Hold our wills in a bottle
Sleep in vales overgrown
We can be a natural cropping
Dug into the side of the hill
Blossom into wildflowers
Bloom into what we should will
I'll leave sunlight for you to feel
How I feel
I'm not grown well, but I'm real
You seem to me as the smell of rain
Right after it fails to fall
The petrichor and the vapors
You're at the center of it all
I don't get drunk on cheap beer,
the ones that taste less than
the two dollars you paid for.
i'm not one of those optimists
who say wholeheartedly
that they get
drunk "on life" either.
It's 12:04 a.m.
so I guess it's
And thank God because
yesterday ended horribly.
It all came back in a swell,
when I thought it was over.
And I thought I'd left it behind,
But it was...
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