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A poem I wrote a long time ago-

Mud

The rain is coming down
I hear it on the rooftop
an icy pitter-patter
when will it ever stop?

The rain was like a river
a torrential flood
but the passion of the moment
is nothing more than mud

The love that touched my heart
is nothing but a feeling
now it's steady pain
that keeps my heart reeling

In time this love will fade
in pain that made the flood
when teardrops stop their falling
leaving nerve ends numb.