confessions of a hermit in the warmth of rain

water splattered on the tin roof
gently drumming into my home
I wish I had your warmth with me but,
all I have is the warmth of the rain
a fulfilling reminder
of the loneliness melting over me,
feel it flow beneath my feet

the hardwood tells me a story
and the mirror tells about me
I wish the mirror wasn't so gray
but the house tried its best
nothing compares
to the heart melting over me
I feel it flown beneath my feet

I'll die in this house one day
and the sky'll still be crying
I lived in those warm tears
cause I could never live with yours
falling from the roof into puddles,
melting over me
I feel it flow beneath my feet

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