She is a rain,
drops on my head.
Goals are dried out,
but hair is wet.
She is the one
that loves wearing red.
I’m her glad
that loves being sad.
Street dogs are muting,
Loudly bark
I’ve been wearing to much of dark,
I’m a child that only can crawl,
I think, I still want some more.
Her eyes feed me and I’m so full
God thanks I’m single
or I’d break the rule.
Many years past and she is still here
All is the same,
but just tea instead of the beer.
Street dogs are muting,
Loudly bark
I’ve been wearing to much of dark
I’m a child that only can crowl
I think, I still want some more.
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