Poem: Could the Rain
I could the rain,
From up on high,
A welcomed blame,
In tear dropped sky,
I could the words,
Fine scribble dream,
All lettered hope,
Great selfish scream,
I could the gifts,
They number rise,
Such giftwrapped silk,
These foolish tries,
I could deceive,
With ease you see,
Yet still her hurt,
Just comes from me.