If there is a sun,
let it rain;
As nothing holds 
in such simplicity.

I did know,
the square of face;
I did know,
I loved him;
in his own truth,
even to my death.

Of:
necessity- (hurt is academic
to numb a layer as I am);

read- (nothing can seed 
burned books of thine;
a heart is pure as chosen,
by he,
a past is the same as 
it never
was);

eyes- (a blue is not so
unique as one is sky
and one was me;
so small I grew
and even then I knew;
one day I would see 
some sun around me);

hands- (without is never 
the case,
from wrist to fingers,
from they know,
they search when cut;
they feel it hard,
they dry from wet 
when I'm good;
no one knows a secret
touch,
I was that girl
and I may never know why)

Careless sometimes,
and sometimes 
she can't rise to God;
afflicted was never 
a calculation 
in seeing a world...

It smokes, and in stir
of a fate,
never could see in the rain-
but
it's a lovely feeling 
as cold is clean,
and a scent of perhaps
a new beginning.