Summer rain

 

Pain is

 the summer rain 

washing away the skin,

when all the dirt 

has become so caked in

that skin and dirt

are one and the same.

Hurt is watching

as the remnants 

flow steadily away,

down the drain,.

All that was you.

Now nothing,

Only bones remain.

 

Hope is the thunderstorm

of unspoken memory.

A glorified dance

through

the petty side-show

of desperate truth.

A pretty ride

towards a disparate view.

Hope is seeing you.

 

Passion is 

a caped superhero

in a small town,

no super villains 

to knock down.

Just walks around

trying to find his reason to exist,

when his world is empty,

no crimes persist.

 

Your body is

the soothing balm

that eases and calms

the still burning kiss,

which sits upon

chapped lips,

In this well worn

wasteland of love.

 

 

 

 

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