It's raining
And it reminds me of how tears fell
From your violet eyes,
When he told you he didn't love you
Anymore.
And darling
I'm sorry because now,
Your soul is like a thunderstorm,
A whirlwind of
Pain
Anger
And sadness
But if you would just let me be
The sun to your moon
I think, that I could fix you
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
It's raining
And it reminds me of how tears fell
From your violet eyes,
When he told you he didn't love you
Anymore.
And darling
I'm sorry because now,
Your soul is like a thunderstorm,
A whirlwind of
Pain
Anger
And sadness
But if you would just let me be
The sun to your moon
I think, that I could fix you
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