Thursday, 27 June 2013



With every drop of rain
I sign your name.
For a love like this,
could never come.

With every drop of blood,
I feel the pain.
Thou I know, not its name.
Just the love that it has taken;
And the anguish that is to come.

As love lies bleeding.

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