Myths say that raindrops are just gods tears but that day at a bus stop sitting under an umbrella I prayed to that big man in the sky and whispered that I needed sun but all I heard was your footsteps in sync with the rain dripping on the concrete as you walked away from me in reply and I will never get down on my knees for anybody again

People have always told me my eyes turn grey like the stormy skies.
Like the weathers chaos is being reflected in my very eyes.
My tears are the raindrops, when the cloud cries.

Maybe I should keep my head down on the ground.
Maybe my emotions will be more sound.
Maybe when the sun in shining my soul will be found.

Until then I'll remain sad
But I guess the rain isnt so bad
I mean mother nature could always be mad.

In drivers ed they say you must hold your hands in the "10 and 2" position, like the numbers on a clock but my time with you is always blurry and I know there's only 10 fingers and 2 hands that are holding my heart from falling off a cliff and that my dear is not very safe so next time your thoughts are a train wreck just remember wear a seat belt and tread carefully among the caution tape.

I am a plastic bag.
I am not just a late autumn leaf swept up by fall winds and you are not just a figment of my imagination.
I was used to the best of my abilities and tossed out the window replaced by another nylon pouch with a zipper you are confident in undoing.
Your veins make up the dreamcatcher I keep on my bedside table to collect the memories I was once so fond of.
I kept your secrets, your trust, lies, casualaties and love tight on my embrace until I could not hold any longer.
I am a plastic bag.
I float on winds of whispers from city to city, each more excruciating than the last, trying to find my way back to you
Where you are a polaroid taken again, modeling the perfect pose to take the girl of your choice home for the night.
A girl that will place cosmetics, such as the red lipstick she'll kiss upon your face, and the Maybelline eyeliner that'll smudge on your pillow case in the morning in a purse made from the finest cows.
I am a plastic bag