3 May 2012
If we go dancing under the moon I promise I will lead you to my room. Where i will refuse to do more than cuddle, but in our blanket fort we will kiss rather subtle. We will fall asleep under mountains of sheets and in the morning sun I will search for your touch. If in the daylight we sit under the sun for hours, and if were not as red as lobsters, will you take me swimming in our spot? If we build a rope swing over the tropical colored lake, can we stay and get high from Mary Jane? It will make our rope swing experience more of a pleasure, in this awfully good weather. When we sit on the tree branches above the water and you pull out cigarettes to try and light, I will push you in with my fright of your lungs becoming battered to nothing. I'm trying to save you, stop your fusing. When we stare at each other I know it won't be the same, because of what you did to me before the spring rain. That night I saw your hands all over that other girl, you claimed you were drunk, but probably only off her. I couldn't give you what you wanted, she basically flaunted herself at you while I watched it. I'm forgiving you just this once, not any other time its you I don't trust. Now it is summer and that girl moved away, but I haven't forgotten about that day. When we look at each other it won't ever be the same, because I was in love with you before the spring rain.
Spring Rain • Opuss № I