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Solus
The rain holds the dark clouds
cushioning their fall
as the grass
soaks up the
liquid adrenaline
serving as the lifeline
between reality
and whatever this is
that we're living now.
Gravity always taught them
that it hurt to fall
but falling for you
is the greatest feeling
and when the raindrops
meet the pavement
and the satisfying “hiss” is heard
it is impossible to not see
the beauty called
living
the feeling of grass
between your toes is
like the day you
first try a drug
that starts with an “L”
and ends with an “o-v-e...”
add an “r” and the “love”
becomes
“over”
and the
“I need to talk to you”
spitting out from beneath the dirt
making you remember
every
bad
thing
you've ever done,
and the rain keeps falling
kissing the tips of our noses
and not caring that anybody
is watching.
And does that park bench look
lonely, or are you just abhorring
the presence of someone as lonely as you?
Because the grass blades have family
and the raindrops have friends
but you are
left alone to burn out
on a park bench
in the middle of december, yes
just leave the clouds alone to their tears
and let yourself soak up the
love of the grass once more
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