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Rainy Day
1 ReviewsInspired by the rain.
I'm stuck in a world of pain, rain, and blood.
I feel it, dripping onto my legs,
Running down my arms.
Freezing cold,
But also scalding hot.
It's splattered on the windows,
On the sheets, and on the floor.
My life has made a mess,
Can you clean me up?
Take away the pain, please?
Wipe away the blood?
Dry off the rain, my tears?
Warm me like the fire you are,
Cool me down like a spring morning.
Rip me open to heal me,
Put me back together again,
Sew me up to make me whole,
Fill me up with you.
I feel it, dripping onto my legs,
Running down my arms.
Freezing cold,
But also scalding hot.
It's splattered on the windows,
On the sheets, and on the floor.
My life has made a mess,
Can you clean me up?
Take away the pain, please?
Wipe away the blood?
Dry off the rain, my tears?
Warm me like the fire you are,
Cool me down like a spring morning.
Rip me open to heal me,
Put me back together again,
Sew me up to make me whole,
Fill me up with you.
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