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