Poetry For Everyday People
Umbrella
It is raining outside,
a beautiful storm,
I am not sure how
you feel about my poetry?
rain is coming down hard,
I have lit twenty candles,
writing poems on that old
kind brown leather couch,
isn't that romantic enough?
can't you just run with that?
I am some place magical, reaching
a need greater than I, reaching
what saves me when I am beyond
reach,
I have melted the sun
for you, I am just asking
you to keep your eyes on
the moon.
a beautiful storm,
I am not sure how
you feel about my poetry?
rain is coming down hard,
I have lit twenty candles,
writing poems on that old
kind brown leather couch,
isn't that romantic enough?
can't you just run with that?
I am some place magical, reaching
a need greater than I, reaching
what saves me when I am beyond
reach,
I have melted the sun
for you, I am just asking
you to keep your eyes on
the moon.
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Umbrella
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