The cloudy days would stay for a while,
yet I'd still ask you to be with by my side.

I'd bite my lip in frustration from the sharp pain of rain,
The constant burns of thunder within my cloudy skies.

My smile becomes scarred from the countless cloudy days,
pressuring my happiness to become different then its usual way.

Asking for help begins a funnel of water,
dripping down into a large lake of regret.

Though I won't ask for you help to drown it all out,
but promise me you'll stay for a while longer.

The darkening sky, and the towering trees made traveling through each step on the way very difficult. I remember how we fell apart; I'd wish that you'd reconsider what it'd do to our hearts.

The echo of my footsteps fills the forest - each step falling into a pile of leaves. I'd run in the direction that we part ways, but then I'd fall into a river that is cold as Novembers breeze.

The twilight forest looked beautiful in most ways, but I'm still completely drenched. I've realized that I was immersed in the sights, drifting apart from our summer skies.

I look at you with a sense of hope, a sense of hope that you'd put in the effort I did for our relationship. Although, I shouldn't have expected you to read my mind, neither try to fix it.

I'll let us drift apart away from our summer skies, and our love no longer existing, for at least this lifetime.

I'll comb your hair gently and braid it neatly.
The dark silky strands—streaks like how the milky way shines.

Like an astronaut preparing ahead of time, I'll settle for the stars that begin to align in your eyes.

Like an gardener loving his elderly wife, I'll plant flowers to bloom in your hair.

When the time feels  finally right—like the spring that begins to flow by, I'd only have wished our love in this lifetime.

My eyes begin to fail on themself, like the dawn—I begin to lose sight of my hometown. Lost in the footsteps of my own, I can only hope it'd leave me vulnerable.

I follow the trail of warmth—noticing that this'll only hurt. You trick me to be held on your lap, and I feel at home. The warmth becomes addicting, and it consumes my heart—encased with a sheep's wool.

Though, my eyes begin to deceive me, and as they shut I believe to myself that I've seen a wolf. I hastily become anxious of our time, despite the warmth you provide.

Just as I begin to close my tired eyes—the wool that once encased me had left. I begin to rub my eyes at a single realization. You weren't a wolf, but neither were you a loving sheep.

You were a lady with a loving heart, one that wasn't made for me.

A giggle like yours can chime for hours in my head, though I'll cherish them instead—for the hours I decide to lie in bed.

I know time will pass, yet I lay in my bed with an aching heart.
While the time arrives—the warm days too will soon die.

I'll wait for you knowing this, hoping you'll give me another laugh.
The days turn colder without the warmth of your embrace—to continue on with lonelier days.

In a time where I'd considered you as my best—I'd been humbled to remember I'm simply one of many.

A multiple-choice question in a test,
A weakened bird among many in a nest,
The person you've left on his heart unread.

Though, for my passing, time will never change.
I could only wish for my warm days instead.

I can't shake off my feeling of the situation we're dealing with.
I can feel our time shatter with each tick of time.

I know it, I just know it.
Our time is fading apart,
losing what we built with our hearts.

Although, like a whispering dove,
you've found to see my heart and love.

I feel enlighten in some ways, in-which others I could not.
The clock continues to tick away as you smile beautifully.

I don't know if I should be anxious.
In the scenario where our facade will last away, you've left me with the only option to memorize the smile you put on my face.

The paltering sounds of acid rain, burning as they reach the concrete ground. I know it was painful - I couldn't help you.

An endless whisper haunts your mind, midst in the acid rain - where I'll cover you from the burning rain. You let the rain drip down your beautiful heart and scar you, regretful of your past.

Although, I loved you, so I can't just watch and let time pass. An embrace made us forget the iron taste of blood, or my wounds smeared in mud.

As a haunting whisper will forever remain in the past, I'll love you with all I have, despite you no longer being my other half.