the rain keeps falling...
she doesn't care,
the sweet taste of his lips on hers,
the bitter taste of tobacco lingers there.

The wave of light reflects off his glasses...
The smell of the cheap perfume,
The rain on hers...
The smell of false flowers...

The little sparkle in there eyes,
Captured for a life time,
The stillness and noiseless crowd...

Trapped forever behind a glass,
The protector of the good
The bad
and...



The past.

The rain doesn't stop falling
for the ones we lost.
The pain doesn't start going
for you and me.

The light at the end is fading
just like your face.
I love you mother,
for ever and ever.