All we have are rainy days,
all of our love is filled with pain,
all of our joy has been washed away,
and right before us is a stream of tears
a river cried out by you,
because of our tensions similar to the cold war
our cold fighting turn to hot
but then cools down and then were back,
to just spitting words that burn like a blazing fire
melts our ears like acid, and pierces our hearts like a spiraling arrow man,
these rainy days that we are in, this down pour and these hard winds,
our love is a battlefield we're at war and it hurts
and we spread our wings but we don't seem to soar,
this hurricane has been here for days, over our heads,
spinning us into a depression, its like a straight line that we just can't bend
but still we apply pressure, though you try your best to change
you're in love with your sin,
as that good feeling from something so wrong haunts you,
paws at you pleading like a puppy waiting,
purring like a cat in anticipation, knowing that you are just saying,
you won't do it.
but yet you still get caught up in its draft and go back
and just like that our temporary peace breaks
and our demilitarized feelings get militarized once more,
and as we draw our swords and pull out our guns,
we hit each other like atomic bombs and ruin our land of love,
or at least our little figment of how it seems to be,
and we war and war for what seems like no end,
with words and your fists, but I don't bite back,
not even when I should, cause you've done it so many times,
you still blow away my urging mind,
and this fantasy I have in my mind of how our love should be
I knew we were meant to be,
but this fantasy is dwindling
and I pray it don't, now a wish
as I out this fire that we have spread,
this wildfire which goes on and seems as if there is no end,
our rainy days sees some sun,
but can we stand the rainy days......
until the sun comes.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
All we have are rainy days,
all of our love is filled with pain,
all of our joy has been washed away,
and right before us is a stream of tears
a river cried out by you,
because of our tensions similar to the cold war
our cold fighting turn to hot
but then cools down and then were back,
to just spitting words that burn like a blazing fire
melts our ears like acid, and pierces our hearts like a spiraling arrow man,
these rainy days that we are in, this down pour and these hard winds,
our love is a battlefield we're at war and it hurts
and we spread our wings but we don't seem to soar,
this hurricane has been here for days, over our heads,
spinning us into a depression, its like a straight line that we just can't bend
but still we apply pressure, though you try your best to change
you're in love with your sin,
as that good feeling from something so wrong haunts you,
paws at you pleading like a puppy waiting,
purring like a cat in anticipation, knowing that you are just saying,
you won't do it.
but yet you still get caught up in its draft and go back
and just like that our temporary peace breaks
and our demilitarized feelings get militarized once more,
and as we draw our swords and pull out our guns,
we hit each other like atomic bombs and ruin our land of love,
or at least our little figment of how it seems to be,
and we war and war for what seems like no end,
with words and your fists, but I don't bite back,
not even when I should, cause you've done it so many times,
you still blow away my urging mind,
and this fantasy I have in my mind of how our love should be
I knew we were meant to be,
but this fantasy is dwindling
and I pray it don't, now a wish
as I out this fire that we have spread,
this wildfire which goes on and seems as if there is no end,
our rainy days sees some sun,
but can we stand the rainy days......
until the sun comes.