Rain On MeA Poem by The Flawed
With just one phone call she broke my heart,
She killed the mother of my chilled.
I didn’t cry, I didn’t plead,
As, she took herself away from me.
I wish I wasn’t I, so I could laugh at me,
I wish I wasn’t I, so I could cry for me.
Her little words came through the phone,
Like daggers and swords, through my bones,
I didn’t cry, I didn’t plead,
As, she took herself away from me.
Wish I could turn back the time to when I could see,
That I would kill for her,
And she would die for me.
“She used to die for me.”
I wish my heart were free,
Wish it would rain on me,
I wish she was here with me,
I want to cry for me,
Let it rain on me,
Lord, let it rain on me.
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7 Reviews Added on August 4, 2009 Last Updated on February 20, 2010 AuthorThe FlawedNearbyAboutI am a man who loves writing poetry, and find it the easiest way of expressing how I feel, particularly when I dont like to talk about these feelings. I cannot .. more..Writing
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