Pouring Rain

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    Pouring Rain
    My heart pours out to you like the pouring rain.
    You were always there for me especially in pain.
    How we come to be together today.
    Is actually quite hard to say.
    You had liked me for the longest time.
    But I was always to oblivious to see the signs..
    The false love of another may have had you torn
    But look at us now.. We are stem and thorn
    yOu call me your one and only. 
    Tell me I will never be cold or lonely
    Well baby.. I love you so.
    I never want you to let me go
    People say we won't stay together.
    I don't believe them I want to be with you forever.
    I don't know why you want me so bad.
    Even though the thought of you leaving makes me sad.
    Look.
    My love for you is not a lie.
    I want to be yours until I die.
    My heart pours out to you like pouring rain.
    My heart pours out to you like the pouring rain.
    You were always there for me especially in pain.
    How we come to be together today.
    Is actually quite hard to say.
    You had liked me for the longest time.
    But I was always to oblivious to see the signs..
    The false love of another may have had you torn
    But look at us now.. We are stem and thorn
    yOu call me your one and only. 
    Tell me I will never be cold or lonely
    Well baby.. I love you so.
    I never want you to let me go
    People say we won't stay together.
    I don't believe them I want to be with you forever.
    I don't know why you want me so bad.
    Even though the thought of you leaving makes me sad.
    Look.
    My love for you is not a lie.
    I want to be yours until I die.
    My heart pours out to you like pouring rain.

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    Worthless commented on Pouring Rain

    07-19-2011

    That is a true feeling of love and what we want to remain the same. A happiness we hope and pray that will never change. Even in the heart of a youngin' who may or may not know yet what true love is.. either way, i'm glad you put the words in to say.. Good Job!
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