By sinneD
Date: 15 September 1999

rain

silvery drops on my window pane
so here they are again
so much like the ones
falling from my eyes
raindrops following unknown trails
as they slide down the bottom
of my window pane
so much like the ones sliding from my eyes
down cheeks, neck, to chest
but i know i can tell the difference
if i stand beneath the pouring rain
coz raindrops are cold
and my tears are still hot
perhaps parts of a liquid heart
that evaporated
when heated by a burning pain
and liquified again
when cooled by love
gone cold.