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her
tears shed under the pouring rain
with her yellow umbrella lying on the ground
She can hear the droplets echoing through her mind
The raging storm and the dark sky shrouded the entirety of her world
she is drowning, with no one to hold. Then suddenly, he came to grab the
umbrella, showered her like a flower, touch her heart like the gentle rain drops. planted
daisies on her eyes, so when she cries, it'll bloom to life and to remind her of beauty a beauty from
the
sun
shine
that
gives
light
to
her
own
       shatt
                  ered
                                 world

If you keep on wondering why she smiles about little things,
Chances are, you don't know her
If you keep on doubting her ways of thinking and doing,
Chances are, you don't trust her
If you keep on questioning every inch of her being,
Chances are, you don't love her
Now, if she keeps on doing these things to you too,
Chances are, you don't have her at all

I'm utterly impressed on how
Love brought us together
Yet Time tore us apart

knocking on the porch
in whisper: now we have,
the untimely outset,
to decide if
there is any future
between us or
if we shall let the past
face us into a void
but here lavishes
a hint we held dearly
not so long ago
when we still didn’t know
of promises worth keeping.

tonight, i think it is
still possible
yet, it seems enough.

he had given me a brand new world
where i can get so lost and still be found
he had given me so much
that i just can't take the time to look around