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Can you stand the rain?

Pain and Rain.

One different letter, two different meanings, but similar sound.

Everyday somewhere in the world it is raining and everyday someone in the word is in pain.

Some people do not like the rain as much as they do not like to be in pain.

I feel like they are connected.

Rain looks like tears coming from the sky and pain makes you often cry.

Rain can last for days or few minutes, as well as the pain. There are no colors for pain and rain, right? There are no exact feelings for rain and pain, right?

Then, Can you stand the pain?

Maybe the pain is different. It can hit you mentally, hit you physically. Rain slips over you, wets you and then it is forgotten. Pain can rarely be forgotten. Maybe it goes away, but it is not forgotten. And sometimes it never goes away, it is your scar, the mirror to look at, your long term memory.

As pain, rain follows you even when you don’t want to be followed. Sometimes is gentle and sometimes is not.

If you imagine a bad day, would it be raining?

Pain makes you stronger, they say. Rain, patient.

There are no coincidences for pain and rain, right? There is no limit for rain and pain, right?

Then, Can you stand the rain?

 

Scared

I know you scared of me,

to give more than what you receive,

be a missing call,

to label me as everyone else.

I know you scared of me.

But, what do you miss more when you close your eyes?

 

I can be your safe place.

Your coffee without sugar.

Your goodnight message.

 

I know you scared of me.

You walk away when I ask you to hold my hand,

you never think I would stay when you ask me to leave.

 

I am scared of you.

Because you don’t trust me,

And when I stay you don’t believe me.

 

Isn’t it tiring to be scared of something?

To be yourself just with yourself,

because you’re afraid of being hurt,

and you think you can walk better when you are alone.

I am scared of this, and you?

 

Bitter

Tell her whatever you want, until you won’t tell her about us

Until you’ll cross my eye, and she will ask you about me

But you won’t answer.

Tell her that you love her, until you won’t tell her that she is not your first love

Until she will find our picture, but you’ll quickly hide it.

Hold her hands, because she will ask you to, and then kiss her

Kiss her even if you know, you know that is not the same

But she will believe it.

Tell her of your desire to become a father, until you won’t tell her that you’re not ready yet.

Caress her face, without making her notice that you’re not looking at her.

Because she will believe it.

 

Tell her now, why you hide your phone

Until you won’t tell her about me.

Until she won’t believe it.

 

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