Rain
"When it rains," you sighed softly
a faint smile
tugging the corners of
those delicate lips,
forcing them upward
somehow
in spite of the weight
which rests, even now,
on defiant shoulders.
"It pours."
Too true, darling,
that storms so often
follow those
who least deserve it,
yet even so,
these hardships
innumerable,
have given you
a gift beyond compare.
Your shoulders have
not dropped
the burden they
should not have
to carry,
and that smile
you hold
can banish any storm.
And I find now
that I cannot bid
the rain to stop,
for this rain
has grown flowers
with beauty
to shame art itself.
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Your gaze
drowns me
in words I fear to speak,
coward that I am,
dreading the thought
that this sudden depth
of feeling
may drive you away.
Yet every departure
leaves a bitterness
in my stomach,
born of thoughts
unspoken,
feelings I had thought
foresworn
when the world crashed
around me
so long ago.
I would risk it all again,
and let the world
collapse upon me
for just another one
of your smiles.
"When it rains," you sighed softly
a faint smile
tugging the corners of
those delicate lips,
forcing them upward
somehow
in spite of the weight
which rests, even now,
on defiant shoulders.
"It pours."
Too true, darling,
that storms so often
follow those
who least deserve it,
yet even so,
these hardships
innumerable,
have given you
a gift beyond compare.
Your shoulders have
not dropped
the burden they
should not have
to carry,
and that smile
you hold
can banish any storm.
And I find now
that I cannot bid
the rain to stop,
for this rain
has grown flowers
with beauty
to shame art itself.
Collapse
Your gaze
drowns me
in words I fear to speak,
coward that I am,
dreading the thought
that this sudden depth
of feeling
may drive you away.
Yet every departure
leaves a bitterness
in my stomach,
born of thoughts
unspoken,
feelings I had thought
foresworn
when the world crashed
around me
so long ago.
I would risk it all again,
and let the world
collapse upon me
for just another one
of your smiles.
