Droplet's
Droplets
Im soaking wet from all
thoughts running in head.
Starts like tear droplets
and builds from there 'till I got a
water fall at my door or it runneth over
me, Oh poorest me.
Water you say love cometh my
way, Need someone to help taketh the
droplets away.
Help my mind to send to the
heavens above oh but not the tears for
fear of not having thoughts of you.
Cheryl McCall 2008
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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