I'm not broken, I'm tired
Of emptying myself into people
With hearts like broken jars
And arms riddled with holes.

So don't ask me to give
My cup is empty
And I have nothing to offer you

Never tell someone you love them
Don't give them the advantage of knowing.

Once they know,
they'll use it against you

they'll use you as a second option
as a fall back plan

because they know,
no matter what they do,
you'll always be there for them.
loving them

The rains pour a beautiful story
Dark grey to white and clear
Fills rivers streams and oceans blue
Landscapes brown and valley deep
My heart tunes in to the songs of green
Dew drop pink to pristine white
Many colours and mist on the window
Raindrops dripping down the eaves and leaves
Dark grey to white and clear
A beautiful story comes to an end
Giving rise to golden sunshine again