rainy days put me in a haze
you aren't just a phase
your stares are a maze
there are so many ways:
insurmountable praise
metaphorical plays
(leave my heart where it lays
with the boy born from Mays)
when my mind is ablaze
leave my toes in blue bays
paint my hair full of rays
when we whisper it stays
watch, all softly decays
reins my head into daze
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