I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The Rain Thieves
Someone has stolen the music from the rain. Now it's just a distant noise. Playing for you. An audience of one.
Sweet heart, how many times have I told you? I appreciate you stealing the rain for me, but I'd rather it be somewhere it can benefit everyone. Even if I can't hear it all the time.
Someone who's despised you from the beginning has stolen music from all of us. The music I can no longer listen to. Now an audience of one playing for you who played for audiences made up of thousands. Listen to me, can you hear me? Believe me. To her it's only rain now. Rain I certaintly won't dance in. To you, a reality of dreams washing away. Me.
You know you are starting to fall in love how I fell for you.
ReplyDeleteI always love the sound of rain.I can't imagine its magic not working for me anymore
ReplyDeleteI love the sound of the rain.I cannot imagine it without all its magic
ReplyDeleteThe music hasn't gone.
ReplyDeleteIt's deep in my bones; hidden inside flesh and blood.
Come closer, listen.
I was hoping that would make you smile. I wanted to make you smile.
ReplyDeletethe music from the rain, the magic from the stars, and sparkle of the moon... it's gone.. all of it's gone just like you.
ReplyDeleteSweet heart, how many times have I told you? I appreciate you stealing the rain for me, but I'd rather it be somewhere it can benefit everyone. Even if I can't hear it all the time.
ReplyDeleteCan't we have daily posts ?
ReplyDeletePlease?
PLEASE?
Pretty please?
You help me get through the day.
Distant noise can be music too. And hey, look at that.
ReplyDeleteJust as comforting.
Another beautiful and sad entry. The "audience of one" got to me like a hard blow. :(
ReplyDeleteSomeone who's despised you from the beginning has stolen music from all of us. The music I can no longer listen to. Now an audience of one playing for you who played for audiences made up of thousands. Listen to me, can you hear me? Believe me. To her it's only rain now. Rain I certaintly won't dance in. To you, a reality of dreams washing away. Me.
ReplyDeleteI'll be posting to tumblr now. In regards to this. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteAm I going crazy
ReplyDeletewhen I close my eyes, I can see the noise... and I can't get away from it.
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