I was the sun,
You were the rain.
Our lotus flower bloomed,

Thriving with life,
Screaming in color.
We had the perfect flower.

But lack of rain,
And overwhelming sun-
Our flower died of thirst.

It was beautiful;
We were beautiful.

We had come so far,
And yet we were still lost.

In your room, on that bed,
Don't tell me it's all in my head.

Just a kiss nothing more,
Then the rain starts to pour.

I love you now, I loved you then ;
But is this heaven or is this sin?

I keep our memories
Locked in a box,
Hidden in my mind.

Like you keep
Your love for me,
Hidden in your heart.

She's not me,
But neither am I
Without the piece
You took from me.

We never fished
Our puzzle;

We never finished
Our story.

Our love ended;
It wasn't tragic,
It wasn't a blessing.