The frute of hell.
Rain
A spark,
Nothing more,
As we danced on
That blessed shore.
I remember the spring rain
Falling to the sand.
A gust so strong I broke my arm.
You were so scared that I’d leave,
Since you’d never seen me cry.
After all it wasn’t the first time
You had seen me in pain,
A grimace nothing more
since were lost in the spring rain.
I didn’t leave you side
Until my skin was red and torn.
My bones had mountains under my skin.
But still you told me to stay.
You only had three fears,
Heights,
Spiders,
And to see me cry.
Why you feared the last
I’ll never know.
But hear we are now,
Trapped in the summers rain,
I ate the pomegranate you gave
In the spring rain.
You have no reason to fear,
Because you’ll never see my tear.
As I lie hear.
In the rain.
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