.it rains.

.it rains.

it rains.

my heart that is.

it  rains the pain that 

i feel inside my heart, soul and brain.

it burns.

my soul that is.

it burns a hole through,

and causes me pain too. 

when i deal with guys 

whose hearts are unlike myne.

but ICE COLD.

it grows.

my love that is. 

the love that i feel,

that i think is real..

but ends up being faker..

then the first few minutes of a blind date.

And then...it pours. 

the rain seeps from my eyes,

like opened the doors.

and..

it hurts,

it burns,

it grows,

the pain.

the rain. 

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