Tuesday, July 12, 2005


A drop of rain
Dripped on my head today
It felt like a warning
For me not to play

A knock on my bedroom
beckoned me out
I clung to my pillows
Tried to stifle my shouts

Your eyes they are
The devil's burning stare
Your hands they lead me
To a place i know not where

A wind blows into the window
I left open for you
My doors are locked
Inside, furnitures knocked askew

Your presence comes in to fix it
I admit I have nothing to pay
No money or love to reward you
Still I'm wishing you'll stay

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