Rain Within
Hearts naive
In clouds
Of her masquerading sun
That’s when
A pocketful of innocence
Spills into the rain, so numb
And the warmth
Of Love fantasy
Mingles with reality and its coming flood
Caught ever suddenly
Unsheltered
In the down pour of rejected love
Lost like...
Oil swirled rainbows
Drained through life’s gutters of emotional mud
And I wait, and wait
For the cold stinging pain
That never too soon will dry and just be done
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