tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

uncomfortable-one hundred one

in a world where dark apartments ensue,
and rainy days continue to consume,
our brains focus on one filterate
that dark fuzzy feeling your stomach erupts
I will never be uncomfortable no more

every cold night,
dark and rainy,
of where seasons exist
from black and blue,
I will never be uncomfortable no more

and love will be felt in the air
as the breeze of it continue to flow through despair
because every time you feel weakened,
you will never be uncomfortable no more

so if your lover kills your heart,
think of these inane moments and analyze
for love is not just from a person
but also from the most little things
and you shall never be uncomfortable no more