well I read your poems again
i didn’t get them then
i didn’t understand how you
could feel that way for me
why would i change your name
Phoebe i’m not ashamed
i rearranged my letters and now
they look a lot like yours
her name like mine
and did you know
smokin out the window
that all the rain
has fallen here before
has fallen here before
on a million other faces
and all their tears
have fallen here before
have fallen here before
i was in my car listening to box of rain. the windows were rolled down and an old man smiled at me, i think its trite but i know its beautiful. it rained on graduation and we joked that it was like shawshank redemption. if you cringe its okay, I just wished i could write a song half as great as your poem, to show her half the ache i feel. i didn't understand