I'm laying here, trying to sleep while the sweet rain is outside. I want to see it, and feel the little raindrops on my skin. I want to see in the stars a light that came to our time from billions of years ago.
I can't help myself, I want you back. I keep wondering what would have happened if we were still lovers. Maybe we would be happier, we wouldn't be losing our minds trying to hide our pain. But this kind of pain is too horrible to hide it, I guess we will have to live with it.
I lay here, trying to figure out if this soft rain reminds you of me
YOU ARE READING
The Outlandish Writer
Roman d'amourThe Outlandish Writer has a unique mind, different from yours, from mine... What's going on inside her head?
