Title: Until Then
Writer: Wendee
Oh, those rainy days;
I'le just sit on the way in
the open flow.
Watching black from my eyes
contaminate the puddle.
In that puddle I see my reflection, in which
I see a part of you.
Its those rainy days I cry,
when nobody knows,
and it really won't show,
and nobody knows the difference;
But that gray face staring back at me.
And the world is gray, full of gray music; the kind
that makes the trees seem droopy and the houses look sad.
Oh, those rainy days, they sneak up on me.
Those rainy days always come and go, all uncovering another secret you burried in my heart,
And each one I cry again for you.
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