"I won't say I love it's too late.
I won't say I love if you don't."-Gavin JamesI am tired
Of every single one of you
Must be manufactured together
There is no difference
Everyone of you is the sameI kick myself
Because the rain won again
Falling beautifully from the sky
Stupidly I ran out to dance
Now I'm freezing coldStill though
The next spring shower
I will run to dance in the rain
Thinking it will be different
But it is notEvery time I fall
For that face
That touch and those eyes
That smile that laugh that everything
I fall for itI thought it would be different
But then she came
And she didn't dance
She kept on walking away
You followed her because she was newI have come to realize
That storms follow me
No matter what
So it made me wonder
Maybe I'm a storm tooI thought you were different
Because your face and your touch
Your eye and your smile
Your laugh your everything
I loved itBut you loved her
Because she didn't dance
She was going places
You wanted to go places too
Left me to dry all by myselfAfter I had dried however
After I was so close to okay
You returned
With her
And it hit meYour face your eyes was hers
She got your smile and your laugh
Your touch and your everything
It was hers
And it killed meBecause I had seen you first
When everyone was frightened
Of your thunder and lightning
When everyone had gone
I danced in the rainI stayed
And I danced
But you chose her
That's how it ends
You chose someone who wasn't meYou are just like all of them
Stop raining on people
If you have every intention
Of letting them dry out
AloneI am tired
Of dancing in the rain
Only to be left freezing cold
With no one to dry me off
Left all aloneI'm so tired
Of trying to make it work
I'm just done
So done with these games and tricks
Take your smile your laugh and leaveI can't take it
Rain on somebody else
Because I'm done dancing
My feet hurt
And I'm so so coldYou were just like the others
Stop raining on people
If you have every intention
Of letting them dry out
Alone
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...