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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