Rain pools and seeps beneath your door I laugh when you come with a bucket To try to scoop it out the window I smile as you slosh it on me instead And I splash some on you, since Rain only reminds us of sunny days to come Drops of rain will never stain your carpet For many years to come Tears pool and seep beneath your door I cry because you turn to me with Tears in your eyes. Because I wonder if whenever I’m kissing you Somewhere someone like me is missing you But tears will never stain your carpet For many years to come Blood pools and seeps beneath your door I moan. The blood escapes my sorrowful, weeping body As if it were afraid my despair will spread. When you get up your courage to look You see The Forgotten But you do not recognize the bleeding, ragged, dark heap with matted hair And glassy eyes A tired little rag doll, you leave her Crumpled on the porch to die Where blood will forever stain your carpet You find the coroner’s note slipped underneath your door As you silently weep and pray no more In the pocket of the dying girl, There were found a few bloodstained bills And a note “I’m so sorry about your carpet, my love.” And rain and blood and tears have all stained your carpet over the years A rug covers the stains that remind you of the dull brown color of my hair that you called auburn to your friends. And the bloodstained bills sit wedged between random pages of a bible that you haven't touched since blood seeped beneath your door. __________________________ i bet his other girl is skinnier than me.