Cloudy days,
Cloudy thoughts.
Cloudy messages you propose.
Cloudy raindrops,
Falling down.
You make no movement,
Make no sound.
A cloudy sky up above,
A sky of grey portrays your love.
Where are the sunny skies I yearn for.
Where is the sun.
For you, I thought you were the one, my love.
Though all you bring with you is the dark.
A sunny forecast up ahead,
When my days aren't spent with you.
All though all we knew was to live through the grey--
My love,
Sometimes we need to accept the truth.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
Cloudy days,
Cloudy thoughts.
Cloudy messages you propose.
Cloudy raindrops,
Falling down.
You make no movement,
Make no sound.
A cloudy sky up above,
A sky of grey portrays your love.
Where are the sunny skies I yearn for.
Where is the sun.
For you, I thought you were the one, my love.
Though all you bring with you is the dark.
A sunny forecast up ahead,
When my days aren't spent with you.
All though all we knew was to live through the grey--
My love,
Sometimes we need to accept the truth.
Relationships that are not going no where though we stick to them out of comfort.
