the raindrop hits the flame and drowns it
(you couldn’t make this shit up)
everything goes dark
it seems a kinda bleak message
but standing in the rain of an evening staring at a match will send your mind in bleak directions. At the best of times.
there’s a performance tomorrow and
it seems kinda a bleak message
Luckily I know The Nicest Guy In The World
(yes, I finally stopped relying on The Narcissist for sympathy or The Uncaring Ones for friendship)