2/5/24 @ 11:38 PM
I dreamt of you this night, dear The vivid taste of the warm kisses we share Under the hood of my car On a rainy night like this
Your presence gives me warm comfort No other flavor of love can provide.
What has made my sweetheart so sour?
You have made my heart ache, my stomach sick And yet my love flourishes.
I still come back to you in the pouring rain, Over and over again, Suffering in the cold, For the chance your love will save me.
Yet I come back empty handed, Standing alone in my own storm, A flurry of my unrequited feelings.
I have had my fair share of sour lovers But you are, By far and forever, The most bitter and cruel of them all.