Umbrella Man

It’s pouring rain on the streets 
 We have an umbrella 
 Big enough for both of us 
 She doesn’t like rain
 Yet she is standing in it
 Asking the nature 
 To whip her
 As she has sinned 
 Of having a heart
 In this hollowness around her
 I see her, from a distance 
 We have an umbrella 
 But none of us wants it
 Until she decides to come under it
 Her pain is the dagger she have now
 And dutifully
 She stabs her heart once
 And once mine.

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