My eyes are screaming
From all this
Tension my
Hands are too cold
For holding
Onto nothing but
Empty words and
Threat of
Sorrow…
Storm clouds moving in
There’s a fifty percent
Chance of
Insincerity today
You can see warm fronts
Moving in
Again from the east
Colliding with
Denial
And I said I wouldn’t
Write about
You
Anymore but this
Anger has nowhere
Else to go
So zip up your
Raincoat
Slip into your boots
And we’ll splash
In the puddles and
Hide our tears
In raindrops and
Laugh even as we
Drown