the world was a shattered place
for if people were rain
i was his drizzle
and he was my hurricane
everyday
the drops knocked on my window pane
as if calling, asking me to leave this place
of pain
tempting me and reminding me that
every drop spelled his name
the world is a shattered place
each fractile of it
an inexplicable memory
of broken blame
everyday
the drops cried his name
a ruinous word
tapping and singing these
broken voices i cant explain
the world is a shattered place
with you as the only piece that i can never seem to claim
