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[title] => Friday Rain
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[bodytext] => Friday Rain There’s a storm coming through this morning As big and dark as my regret With you And the rain is pounding overhead the sound I feel each drop cutting through My pride I wanted to stay in bed Pull the covers over myself And hear you forget About me All in one beep of the alarm And the green grey sky Falls into my stomach And the feeling is wrestling within me I am writhing within me I am reminded When I hear the thunder rolling Closer The rumbling Getting heavier I used to think Nothing could touch me On stormy days Like that sanctuary of sadness Was only mine to be still in I hardly know what still means Anymore I am running from life store To life store Picking up the supplies I’m gonna need for the next big Disaster They just keep coming faster And shorter in between The last regret and this one now “Funny how that makes you Fight them somehow” I thought to myself As I sat under the storm And let every bad decision Trickle down my nose. I tasted every particle Of unclean thought I went insane and became addicted to The taste of the mess of her life words The mess of my own words Bitter Stale Empty. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 76 [informant] => TFretornotTFret [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
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