I long for your touch in the pouring rain.
As I watch my feelings die.
I miss the hum of your soothing voice.
Cradled in love, with my tears dry.
Maybe the light will shine through.
Perhaps the fears can subdue.
Waking hours are as unforgiving as before.
I don't want to move on.
I don't want to forget.
I can feel it now.
I am losing it.
Do you hear my voice?
Can you feel my cries?
Drifting through the winds.
In a chorus of chimes.
Where is the light?
I must open my eyes.
Don't walk away.
Don't say goodbye.
There is a light.
Washed on the reef.
I can see it now.
You are my leaf.
YOU ARE READING
Pity Party (2016)
PoetryPity Party delves deep into the mind of my inner thoughts. I've kept these emotions bottled up for years and figured a concept album could help release the pressure.
