Their eyes met again for the first time.
Unkindled sparks smoldering for years ignite,
He kisses her and she burns.

Scared, scarred,
they kiss hard, her fire spreads.

From her cheeks, to her *****,
to her *****.

Until they are a pyre of love and lust,
Feeding and consuming each other
Like wind on Fire, love erupts!

And suddenly,
they dissolve into each other,
like a soft ash sigh,
gently flickering
against the dark of night.

[verse]
I sit by the window
play my guitar,
and think of you.
I wonder where you are,
Is it raining there too?

[chorus]
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the sad songs
just can't help anymore,
and my eyes fill with raindrops of you.

[verse2]
I stare back out the window
write a line or two.
If I could get this song on the radio,
Maybe you'd hear it too.

[bridge]

[chorus]
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the sad songs
just can't help anymore,
and my eyes fill with raindrops of you.

[guitar solo]

Yeah

[outro]
If I could get this song on the radio,
Maybe you'd hear it too.

Maybe you could hear it.

Maybe you could hear it,
Hear it through the rain.
I believe Baby!
Because Sometimes it Rains
but, sometimes,
sometimes
Sometimes the sun shines too.

[slow fade]
yes it does

Some people read my poetry
and think they know me.

Some wonder am I the romantic
I seem to be.

Is my life filled with passions,
and mystery?

Is it full of solitude,
Am I truly the lone wolf,
wandering the roads?

Am I carefree, charismatic,
mournful, spiritual, shy, decadent, tragic?

The answer is Yes, and No!

At times I've been all,
and even none of these.

Storyteller mostly, some fiction,
some reality.

And in the end you will see the me,
you want to see.

But that's ok, because,
I see you, and yes I even see me,
the same way.

She does this thing
a subtle imperfection.

She puts her hair up,
and lets it spill out
along the edges.

Framing her face in sunlight,
diffused just right,
through locks of gold.

Her eyes smile in unison
with the curve of her lips.

Her blue eyes pierce my soul.

And then she laughs,
the sweetest little laugh.

And my heart is no longer my own.

Love is just a dream of hormone imbalanced teens.
It does not exist in reality.

As I struggle to understand the longings of a man,
*** is not the answer for me.

I've had your body in every way,
Still it's your heart and soul for which I pray.

To meet your gaze in the moonlight,
hold your hand in our twilight,
to disappear into the sunset with you.

I wonder,
do you feel the same, or am I just insane? 

It's the only answer that I long for,
and fear the most from you.

Kiss her hard
A little harder than she's use too.

Let her know that she's the one
you want to come home to.

Make love like kids,
in the back seat of a Ford.

Say her name when loving her,
give her something more.

When the hell did loving
become so civil?

When did it become
a Saturday night chore?

Can't we just do it on a Tuesday,
how about right here on the floor!

**** Baby!!!

Don't you know I still love you?

In a drunken kiss
I write of bliss.

debauchery, and pain.

Of pleasures unsavored,
of love unclaimed.

Of mornings without sunshine,
and evenings soaked in rain.

With a swollen head I sit
reading pages, I wonder did I even write.

And in melancholic forgetfulness 
I read with fear and delight.

Not knowing whether to be proud
or scream at the words before me.

Like waking in flight,
from an auto-pilot dream.

Not knowing if the words
came from the ***** or me!