you said it wouldn’t rain
my love; lover.
safe in your arms
and the world snickers
all our beauty together
my back is strong
my love; lover.
there is no fear of disapproval
of a few rocks
and a whole lot of frowns
trust is a hard thing to believe
coming from a liar’s lips
trust; trust me.
I will never hurt you
these walls of our room
where we dwell
watering ourselves
flourish and thrive
grabbing for love
which is no longer there
a hand
that’s been long since
pulled away.
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