The pouring rain.
In this pouring rain I lay down my creation.
Nothing much with just words and imagination.
These cold winds carry a certain scent mixed with hesitation.
And now though I ponder how these winds make me ponder upon all the things I lost in that blunder.
I'm a human too thats not something new.
After all that I lost I just want to smile and stay true.
But how can I smile when this pouring rain reminds me of you.
How can I smile knowing I was living a dream believing it was true.
How can I smile knowing I can have anything in this world but you.
I don't know if it's me or this pouring rain.
Cause I'm not a poet but I know this feeling is called pain.
And I want you to know I will carry this pain.
Yes it hurts even worse when accompanied with this rain.
But at least it will keep me from making the same mistake again.
In this pouring rain I lay down my creation.
With a dead heart and dying imagination.