Thoughts

Down comes the rain,
With no sign or warning,
Not even a little one,
Yet It is bloody pouring!

The thoughts then stroll,
Through the mind they travel,
Some up to the sky,
Others down in the gravel.

I hate being along though,
It's the worse thing to be,
I'm here without you,
And you're there without me.

For I have fallen,
And as I hate to admit,
When I'm with you I'm happy,
And alone I feel like shit.

I hate relying on people,
Because you never can tell,
If they've descended from heaven,
Or risen from the deep depths of hell!

But me I can trust,
One hundred percent,
No worries about work,
No worries about rent.

As long as I'm happy,
That's all that should matter,
Like the rabbit at that table,
Drinking tea with that mad hatter.

Although I don't like tea,
Was just making a rhyme,
Spending not a lot of effort,
But quite a bit of time.

I read some of yours,
And they sound bloody great,
Then I read mine back,
And it seems like I'm 8.

So ill stay in my bed,
And listen to the rain,
Washing away bad thoughts,
Washing away the pain.

For tomorrow's a new day,
Another one together with you,
Although your at your house,
Your in my heart too.

And there you shall stay,
I'm hoping, and all goes to plan,
One day you'll be my wife,
And I'll be your man.

I'm getting tired now,
And can't think what to say,
So ill end this poem,
With thank you, and have a nice day.