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Rain in soft white pages is coming in.

Silver and white make up the night and your hands are far away.

All I wanted was warmth from you flowing in rivers.

Faster beats on my heart rhyming with yours.

Love in silver notebooks everyday.



After I decide to push away your advances,

Sickly, weakly, muttering, "no more".

I wish I would have treasured my sins.

And done them everyday in everyway and felt the heat burn hotter.

Because its so cold here and the sun has not shone for many years.

And I think of the days I watched your smoke drift to the rafters.



Everyone is a liar but I'm not too good at it.

Realizing everyone is sharply the same,

And characters are writing stories that are headlining my name.

Rain in soft white pages is coming in.

And yes, my heart is beating hard on the phone.

And yes, my life has long run out of hope.

And yes, you're gone and I am so alone.

And yes, the ocean is calling me its home.



Rain in sharp white hurdles reminds me of our place.

Grayer skies and your smiling face.

And yes? I write many days of what we were.

The rain is hard and you were much softer.