My Pain, Your Gain

Here I go again
Your slave- with a home in the rain
It’s been flooding here
I can’t see a thing with pleasure to hear
You’ve had my heart slain, slain and slain
And now I know this trimming tattoo
With that look in your heart- you know it too
That my pain is your gain

Why do you like it much when it’s raining?
I see you watch from a distance with neck craning
Under a shelter and warm blanket
After throwing the mouse,
Out of your house,
Given just a tattered small blouse
For shelter from the stormy rain!
Yeah, from this rain in my brain
The storm and the rain
They both bind me in spiral chain

I needed you in the morning
When it was brightly shining
You needed me till afternoon’s sun
But when it started boiling and bubbling
Raging in fire that started burning
Raging fire that ceased in the evening
I was there under your care but you smiled at my pain
Confirming that my pain is your gain
When you left me outside in the rain
In the rain of my endless tears
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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