I need somebody
Who will run in the rain with me
Sirens screaming,
Winds whirling round,
Water streaming,
Drops drilling ground,
Thunders throbbing sound.
Like it's the first time we've seen rain.
we can't help but think,
it's all just for the two of us.
The clouds are weeping from the innocence of friends.
I need somebody
Who will run in the rain with me.
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Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.
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