by ☆ ƒσяgσттєη ѕσυʟ ☆ » Mon May 14, 2012 9:47 am
"Like I says, If I had him and you, then we would all be better off. If you don't tell him about me, I could kill him myself" she says
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill;
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we:
This rain, myself, in harmony.