RareForm
Bluelight Crew
She glistens while she falls
Delicate, like a touch of rain
When it kisses the skin
The joy of admittance thus
Has taken him by surprise:
With a stirring need of love, he burns
He bends, he laughs, he says he knows
But forgets upon his return
To lament the changing
"Please go"
Words like these shut a door
And there isn't a window to explore
All of her that was before
The gentle peace of that rain
Will not be felt again
Delicate, like a touch of rain
When it kisses the skin
The joy of admittance thus
Has taken him by surprise:
With a stirring need of love, he burns
He bends, he laughs, he says he knows
But forgets upon his return
To lament the changing
"Please go"
Words like these shut a door
And there isn't a window to explore
All of her that was before
The gentle peace of that rain
Will not be felt again