it was
raining
the first time i saw you
which was good for you
because i couldn't make out your face
because i couldn't make out your face
because i couldn't make out your face.
or your heart.
like a flag billowing in the midsummer breeze.
my love for you grew
because i could make out your face
it wasn't bad
but to be honest
it wasn't that good either.
now the rain is red
with blood











