I offered him my paintbrush,
And he painted my life grey and black.
26/5/2020

thus
leaning hard
into
the wind
to
cross
the
finish line
with
serendipity  
once again
what
make the heart of
the
champion
thus
leaning hard
into
the wind

I love a rainy day
It reminds me of all the words I wanted to say

Maybe it was a last goodbye
Maybe I was to shy
Maybe I didn't want to lie

As every drop falls from above
I long for the true feeling of love

Now as I ready to go to bed
I'll let the rain wash away everything that wasn't said