I try to be a poet,
I try to make things real,
I try hard not to show it,
all the things you make me feel.
I wish that I could hate you,
but that shows that I'm insane,
'cause when the bitter storm blew,
I stood out in the rain.
I let your love fall through me,
like water from the sky,
and when I thought you'd come to me,
you turned and said goodbye.
Copyright © Curt Mongold