Flooding Flowers
I see her every morning at 4 A.M.
Sleeping on the bench of the bus stop
Dreaming of fortune queens the next day
Hoping, praying the hot summer day will rain
Pouring rain like it’s never rained before
Staining the sleepy streets crimson red
She will reign
As people swim from their 6th floor balconies
Appreciating what little they now have
Like soft rainbows and hard helping hands
All in just one nights dream
A sleepless self indulgent scream.
Sleeping on the bench of the bus stop
Dreaming of fortune queens the next day
Hoping, praying the hot summer day will rain
Pouring rain like it’s never rained before
Staining the sleepy streets crimson red
She will reign
As people swim from their 6th floor balconies
Appreciating what little they now have
Like soft rainbows and hard helping hands
All in just one nights dream
A sleepless self indulgent scream.
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