With a still memory in one hand
And the other clutching my heart,
The rain like my tears are falling
As we grow farther and farther apart.
I look out into the unforgiving sky
As it bears down on my weak life,
Like a raindrop destroys a still puddle
Your absence cuts like a knife.
But who can I blame for what I feel?
How should I keep this lonely mind sane?
When the forsaken words I’ve spoken,
Are the same ones that have caused this pain.
So I ask the heavens above me,
To pour down all that they can.
And wash away these pains I have,
That makes me look less than a man.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 1:24 PM UTC
With a still memory in one hand
And the other clutching my heart,
The rain like my tears are falling
As we grow farther and farther apart.
I look out into the unforgiving sky
As it bears down on my weak life,
Like a raindrop destroys a still puddle
Your absence cuts like a knife.
But who can I blame for what I feel?
How should I keep this lonely mind sane?
When the forsaken words I’ve spoken,
Are the same ones that have caused this pain.
So I ask the heavens above me,
To pour down all that they can.
And wash away these pains I have,
That makes me look less than a man.
I wrote this on 02/2010. Rough patch with my girlfriend, pouring rain outside, perfect conditions for a very emotional poem.
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