Rain

The rain seems like it is going to pour,

Pour into a non-stop valley without an exit.

Exit? Wish there was one,

One person to be there with me when times are hard.

People say that times are hard.

My heart cries out,

It cries out to you who does not respond.

Could you be deaf?

Could you be blind?

Why do I question you?

Perhaps it is I who am deaf.

Perhaps it is I who am blind.

In the end it does not matter,

For my heart is pouring out an endless rain to flood my eyes.

I call you all the time for an evening together.

You seem to always be busy.

I am starting to wonder what you are afraid of.

People should not be afraid of friends.

People should not be afraid to love.

Giving you love is all that matters.

Google Images

( Written May 26, 2011)

copyright ©2012 - Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.