Of rainy days

it takes a minute to fault
where nude becomes the art
and rain becomes the symphony of lust

it takes a lifetime to forgive
where nakedness is porn
and the sun torments you as a norm

the fallacy of passion
tells a different story from another time
like another world, of another era

it was a secret rush of pent up vengeance
that long ago urge of pouncing
it was faith without fate

somehow i think it wouldn't make a difference
and that prayers are meant for desperation
but with some hope i have left in me
do save me from this unfortunate denial.

xoxo

and so she ponders, wishes & scribbles
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