It rains so hard upon my face
as I lie in the cool grass
pretending to be with you,
the place I've never been...
the food I've never tried...
the word I've never uttered.
People stop and stare
as I roll in the sticky mud
and try to tell me I am stupid
for ever imagining you...
my figurative worm
crawling in and out of my
being.
They scream that I'm stupid
'cause I don't know what it
is I want,
that I don't know the mistakes
I make,
lying in the mud so deep
with that seductive, alluring
smile
on my face.
Rain on my face
dripping on my once dry, chapped
lips.
But it's too late once again
for the rain has gathered
in my ears.
And that's something the day..
the sunny day can remedy.