I was hoping that maybe,

with every rise of the sun
- my dull eyes would light up.
with every drop of rain
- the tears running down my face would be hidden.
with every rainbow
- my grey colored life would gain color.
with the winds
- causing my hair to cover my face
   with an expression of anguish
with the thunder
- causing my screams for love to be deafened

when leaves start to fall
- maybe it'd explain the weight I am feeling,
   maybe it's just because of gravity
when the first snow comes
- maybe my thick clothing could replace
   the warmth you once gave to my heart.
when flowers start to blossom
- maybe I'll start looking at the world beautifully again
when summer comes in
- maybe your side of the bed will warm up again

Or maybe I'll just start the cycle all over again.