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rain puddles
take shape in a rain puddle
and come crawl into bed ill keep ur spot warm till your fingers grace my head take shape in a rain puddle and snuggle up to my breast let the melody of my heart ease ur fervent breath take shape in a rain puddle and sing me a lullaby take shape in a rain puddle and we`ll bid eachother to the night take shape in a rain puddle and meet me in my dreams take shape in a rain puddle and greet me with the sun beams. |
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What if my puddle has no shape?
Would you search for meaning if it meant missing out? Why is there doubt in the eyes of the brave? If I were insane would I still feel pain? Too many questions, None more important than the next. I still wonder about the colour of the sky But you could tell me, if that was your wish. No more bullshit, tell me your secret! Nothing more than simple breath blowing past your lips. Your finest hour is cursed with falling rain. Waiting for the next rainfall, even in the desert of your heart. You're not waiting, you're hiding. From who, from what, and especially why? Are you alone? Not as lonely as you think. Believe. There is more than you think. Believe. Not my words, it's what you speak. Speak to me...Please The puddle has a shape. It will take shape...in a rain puddle. |
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Quote:
My ding-a-ling My ding-a-ling I want you to play with my ding-a-ling. I got ~*goddessa*~ turned on, and it only took me a few taps of my finger tips. Just imagine what I could do with the whole hand? |
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Ya know how sometimes you'll be listening to a song you like, and you make up a few extra lines or verses to add to the original song. Well I do that sometimes, and when I read your poem, I just felt inspired to write my own little thing to sorta go along with it. No disrespect to your poem, I actuall really liked it, I just started typing and that's what came out.
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