Standing under the rain
I wish to wash away
Fragments of your love
I wish to wash away
Fragments of your love
To rinse away your sensual touch
A touch so contagiously passionate
Which left me, wholly inadequate
A touch so contagiously passionate
Which left me, wholly inadequate
The medley of colors
In which we showered
Over the years
Has now turned me into a sobbing river
In which we showered
Over the years
Has now turned me into a sobbing river
Your professed love
And the calculative shove
And the calculative shove
I wish to cleanse you
From every pore
Scrub the very essence
Which brew in my veins
From every pore
Scrub the very essence
Which brew in my veins
The rain has stopped
And I am still standing
Nothing rinsed
Except my exterior
And I am still standing
Nothing rinsed
Except my exterior
And here am I
Soaked in memories.
Soaked in memories.
©LR
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