In my arms you
lye...

I sit here in the hush
of this rush of us...

Walking around
with my head down...

I make a beat,
this is where you...

My body wet and cold.
Frozen...

Baby I wasn't there
but I know you cried...

They may be good-looking,
though to you I'm more...

The curse drowns in the
drunkeness of my now...

Bob is cool
you are bob...

**this poem is kind more of a conversation..but...
.Him...

It must be you sheltering me
from the rain, because today...

The pain stands at the door,
angrily it screams its beckoning...