The rain, oh the rain
Is cold like blue skin
I told you I was burning out
You told me to come in
The coffee that you poured for me
Was blacker than my sin
So we drank to the dark
And our merry sinful sins
By the way I am young
Like Fresh butter on a bun
Never mind the old grey faces
That mutter with their tongues
The starlight spits its silver
And the Moonlight drinks its rum
So lets scald our throats with laughter
Til’ our mother’s say were done
I like this–it’s more obscure than your other stuff, but I like it, especially the middle two stanzas. I think you could make your meaning clearer, but the rhythm is good and your phrases are as unique and well-crafted as ever.
haha, ya its supposed to be silly.
I wrote it while I was stalling on hw.
=)
yeah, i like how light-hearted the tone is.
wow. this was amazing, i wish i could write as well as you. I absolutely love to stanza.
The coffee that you poured for me
Was blacker than my sin
So we drank to the dark
And our merry sinful sins
Very well written, i loved it!