It rains again, do you hear?
Do you feel the drops break on your pale face?
Do you still take joy? Do you smile?
Do you remember?
I taste the rain again
To wonder if it tastes too different from mine
It’s just as bland though, and tasteless
Like my twinge that is no fun anymore
Hopelessly hopeful makes me fetch my cup for more
Two spoonfuls of sugar and I promise I’ll smile like a kid
I think of you too, you know that
I’m not selfish you know
My love’s almost a favour
To you and to me.
I’m not selfish, you know
Do you still smile? Do you still think of me?
Do you still long for us to be under the same rain?
I do.
I do because the rain is your heart
Which when I kiss shatters into a hundred pieces
The rain is you.
It rains again, do you hear?
It rains again, I love you.
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All things bright and Biprorshee
1 comment:
Indeed a beautiful poem. Again it has been proved that a Plath's follower can write it too.The is not only about a rain drop, rather about HOPE,,only hope,, en eternal longing for a sense of completeness, a feeling full of meliorism.
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