Clouds form and fill the sky
Everything turns gray.
Still, there is no you.
You don't say sorry.
You don't say anything.
I walk outside,
Expecting to see you
At the very least, hear you
Rumble closer.
The sky is just as stubborn,
Refusing to move.
Here I am, outside
Head tilted back,
Mouth open, waiting for you.
Picturing your voice
Rumbling in the distance.
You don't say that you're sorry.
The rain still hasn't come
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
Clouds form and fill the sky
Everything turns gray.
Still, there is no you.
You don't say sorry.
You don't say anything.
I walk outside,
Expecting to see you
At the very least, hear you
Rumble closer.
The sky is just as stubborn,
Refusing to move.
Here I am, outside
Head tilted back,
Mouth open, waiting for you.
Picturing your voice
Rumbling in the distance.
You don't say that you're sorry.
The rain still hasn't come
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