In the pouring rain
Walking on the streets
The cold seems not the bother me
and my shoes are wet like everything else.
The umbrella seems not to be working
It blends in with the cloudiness
Unlike my beating heart which is so fast
violently taking pieces of my soul
and throwing it into a fire.
The blood pumping and feeding
what seems like an unearthly desire
to open a door to where you live.
I wait there patiently for what seems an eternity
Not really knowing the purpose of time
or why it doesn’t have a meaning
Accepting that if it never opened
I’d be content sitting in front of it forever.
Fate had a different current
I was consumed
You answered my call and I was yours
I, who was lost and lonely at your doorstep
A stray, you picked me up and took me in
"Or would you rather wait outside, in the rain."
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