the windows on the bus were painted with droplets of rain that made them look like strawberries.
the deeper i sunk into my seat,
the more the concrete darkened.
soon enough the strawberry windows turned into seas that felt like were trying to talk to me.
the sad, teary-eyed sky asked for something that i couldn't even get myself.
the cold breeze as i walked home, reminded me of you.
i couldn't help but wonder where you are,
what you're thinking about,
who you're thinking about.

because the skies won't open to reveal the light we wait for anymore.
the roots that make me me seem false and i want to break free.
the gray filtered world through my eyes today seems okay.
i feel like i'll never feel love again.

i couldn't promise you what you promised me,
life,
to live.
i could barely look at my friends at lunch when they told me once again that this life is worth living for.