Random Thoughts 12

Some days I wake up
And think of all the men
Before me and the fools
They were to ever let you
Slip through their fingers
They were such damn fools
You know?
They were the type of people
To watch the rain through their windows
And say, “Don’t you just love the rain?”
I, on the other hand was the only one
To watch it pour outside
Take my shoes off
And anxiously and bravely
Go dance madly in you.

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