The Rain Shouts98

HEY BABY, if you love me,
then prick this heart with
love.
HEY BABY, if you wont me,
then stop this rain of hurt.
HEY BABY, if you need me,
then cut these strings of
dought.
HEY BABY, break your silence,
before the moon goes out...

poem by David Gerardino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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