The Rain Whispers, I'm Not Me I'm YouA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganA mix of Joy Division & the despair of the way thing's are and are not.A coat of despair housed in affection. Petals open up, escape and wish to be back as a bud. When things were simpler, simple things felt like the end of the world But could be rescued by the tenderest of embraces. Take care of me. Kill yourself. Destroy the world. Take care of the children, take care of yourself . Take care of someone else. Destroy the heart. Distance shelters us and eats away time but you can't escape your shadow. You came from my shadow; you came from the mist, you came from despair. And you wrapped me up in silly faces and puddles, by becoming my den. Feeling is dust, attachment is blind but belonging is a must. We're for each other the same way rain falls onto the earth. We're not born for each other unlike flowers and bees, We're for each other the same way eyes gaze up at the stars. Rain whispers, "I'm not me; I'm you. Let me be with you. Let me be me." Flowered from grief and ruins unable to cry over time Rain falls tenderly, leaves fall suicidal, all things fall hard Too many tears cry, "I'm not alone when I'm with you. Yet I'm more alone when unalone. I'm you, not me." Life outside my window doesn't know that I am alive. Everyone's alone like rain. All is emptiness. Everyone's alone. We shatter like tears, broken soul, bits of everyone we love are our love. Functions and reactions are blindly bonded. Risen it all falls apart. Drowned hearts in disillusion, fragiley connect before the tender end. It's all a bitter start. Best of the Better Apr 25, 2011© 2011 Sweet & Tender HooliganFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSweet & Tender HooliganNewport, South Wales, United KingdomAboutI'm Russell from Wales. I've been writing for many years. Writing is important to me and its my only reason for being on this site. I like to take my time on my poems and I hope to keep learning an.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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