Rain?
Rain.
‘Go away’?
Never come,
Or always stay.
Up and down,
Round and round,
Never ceasing?
How profound.
Abstruse…
Acute…
It’s killing me.
Take me under,
Or let me be.
Infatuation?
Lies all lies…
How I miss,
Fingers in pies.
Hardened and wizened…
So young, so pure,
Depression?
Compression.
Wash me to shore…
The ups the downs,
Shrouded in cloud.
I need you.
And certainty…
Dis-
Allowed.
*Inteperate that as you will…*
~Lady~