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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Things, just happen. People end up in your bed, you end up in theirs. Welcome, to my world.

You know,
the rain doesn't like it when you reach for the sun,
nor does it like it when you find laughter in a day
as gloomy as today.
You know, my body doesn't like it
when it feels strange comfort in a person
she has only known for a month.

You know.
maybe I could show you the sun,
and then be done.
Or, i could put you in the rain,
and allow you to sit next to the body
of a person,
who can't look you in the eye.

A body of a person, who
doesn't want to be touched.
That body wants to sit where she came from,
and watch you walk in the sun.
now, don't get me wrong when i say what i say,
I just,
need to watch you stand in the sun for a while.
I'll stand in the rain,
you stain in the sun.

When the sun and rain evens out,
Maybe, you can be apart of my rain.
But, not today.
Or tomorrow,
or a week from now.
So, either stand in the sun,
or sit in the rain.
But don't sit and stand.

Submitted: October 26, 2009

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