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Drip

Sometimes the bad seeps through

By CorwynnaPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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My poem set to music

my roof is dripping again

I patch it up from end to end

It's just got one job

I swear it's not that hard

but each time that it rains,

it begins

my roof is dripping again

I hold it up over my head

the rain's pouring down

why's it inside not out

I guess I should just try

to pretend

that it's dry

you're telling me now

how it's dry

that there are no tears left to cry

babe, I'm still wondering why

it rains when you're around

oh why does it rain when you're around?

when you're around, why does it rain?

my roof is dripping again

my roof is dripping again

you come through the cracks in me

I don't like the way you lead

so leave me alone

in my crumbling home

I never liked the rain

my roof is dripping again

I patch it up from end to end

my roof is dripping again

I patch it up from end to end

performance poetry
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About the Creator

Corwynna

I'm a 28 year old writer and biologist with a million hobbies and enough passion for all of them!

Explore my music, stories, and homebrew on my site:

https://sites.google.com/view/corwynnascorner/home

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Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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