we looked at the grey clouds in the sky and you made me believe that the sun was in the palm of my hands. you pulled me into you chest and you made me listen to life. you promised me that when the rain came pouring down, you'd always shelter me. when there was a thunderstorm, you built a universe inside our blankets and promised me to be my happiness. when you left, you told me to drown myself into the floods the rain had created. when you didn't come back for me the rain turned into perfectly shaped snowflakes along with melancholy and loneliness. where there was grey clouds, there was a broken girl desperately looking for sunlight in the palms of her hands. where there was winter, there was your shrivelled heart.
