I woke in the rain
On a drizzle-day
And found,
I could care again.
I believed that we could find a way
Back out of the dragon’s den.
“O, it’s hard!” I thought
As the tears ran down
In the endless mist of rain
To write neatly without
Besmearing the book
And I found I could care again.
There’s a little off-end
Of a wet cigarette
That you put out against
A wet rock,
And I hope that you’ll leave it,
That end,
Unsmoked
And opt up, instead
For a piece of bread
That we’ll break with the wine
In the cup.
Let me put my heart out
Want to show you how heart ejects blood
So I want to put my heart out
Before you draw feet far for other
Want to wash feet from my blood
Then your heart will visit into my heart
Not only it is red but can irrigate
your feet with love, besmearing with red
Red is a symbol of win of my love
So let me put my heart out
Before you draw feet far for other
Whole day I waited your ways in the corner
Your shadow does to come nearer and nearer
Assuring faith of love and air of your breath
Not mere breath that was an strength of my faith
So I want to put my heart out
Before you draw feet for other
When you will run to wash my blood of heart
The dust will soak greedily to create love on earth
Part and particles of blood mixing with air
Will blow wider wider spreading the end of love
So I want to put my heart out
Before my love will sink with the stars forever.
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