The Rainfall
Rain falls with tinny plops,
Like the beat, beat, beat of my heart,
And when I hear it at night,
Laying in my bed,
I think of you.
Your eyes against your skin,
The little freckles on your nose,
The way you used to hold me tight,
In your arms every night.
The rain falls at night,
It soothes my troubles soul,
And every time I hear it,
I think of you.
The way you used to kiss me,
The softest touch of lips,
The way you used to wrap your arms,
All the way around my hips.
I think of you.
I think, think, think of you.
When I lay in bed,
And the rain falls,
To the beat of my heart.
I Think Of You.
Like the beat, beat, beat of my heart,
And when I hear it at night,
Laying in my bed,
I think of you.
Your eyes against your skin,
The little freckles on your nose,
The way you used to hold me tight,
In your arms every night.
The rain falls at night,
It soothes my troubles soul,
And every time I hear it,
I think of you.
The way you used to kiss me,
The softest touch of lips,
The way you used to wrap your arms,
All the way around my hips.
I think of you.
I think, think, think of you.
When I lay in bed,
And the rain falls,
To the beat of my heart.
I Think Of You.