untitled, uninspired
the rain was relentless
like a virgin longing for his first kiss
under the green lush tree
one stormy summer day..
if the rain should fade
and we don't have to brave
the angry winds
and unforgiving nymphs
tell me,
will you?
can you?
do you?
are you?
the bottle is empty
the music is mushy
my eyes are sleepy
my fingers are dreamy
i am still here
will i?
can i?
do?
am i?
or......................
can we?
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