I sit and listen to
the pouring rain
as it patters and taps
on my windowpane,
my thoughts escape
me as they do
But no matter what
they always turn to you
As if I need constant
reminder more
My brain tricks me
to settle the score
Indeed it's you, my
secret addiction,
imprisoning me with
this obscene infliction
So I listen to the
rain a little more
to try and think of no
one I adore
But even then they
whispered your name too
As if my mind needed to...
I thought of you.
Lee Degnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-of-you/
