It rained love...only love <br />but the rain didn't hear <br />the lamentation of my leaves, <br />I grieved for truth. <br />I craved for truth as it were blood <br />to paint my petals red again <br />and heal my wounded heart in pain <br />that's wounded by the rain. <br />For every dropp of love was like <br />a dagger piercing me... <br />pushing me to death as though <br />life's death is just a play. <br />I've gone astray - <br />searching for the truth; <br />only to find my petals <br />slowly kissing the ground <br />because truth comes dropping slow. <br />I cried till tears became my blood <br />yet truth comes dropping slow. <br />I died and found no truth in my grave <br />for truth comes dropping slow. <br />I died and found the common truth of life: <br />We all crave for truth, yet all of us lie. <br />Truth comes dropping slow <br />for all of us lie.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-comes-dropping-slow/
