“Jealous” unloved #16

I'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin closer than my hands have been I'm jealous of the rain I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes It's closer than your shadow I'm jealous of the nights That I don't spend with you wondering who you lay next to I'm jealous... Continue Reading →

Cry of the unloved

I may cry A thousand teardrops All day long But they'll never get to you And you'll never come You'll never be mine Still without gain I cry

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