I hate it when the rain stops;
When melancholy fades,
I hate it when the growing stops,
When clouds' whispers no longer fill the sky with wind shades.
I hate it when the day caused by thunder sets,
I hate it when quieter it gets.
When the flickering lights go out,
When my inner self can no longer shout.
I hate it when the leaves go still,
I hate it when the roads no longer squeal.
I hate it when the rain stops;
When melancholy fades,
I hate it when the sky leaves me alone in saudade.
~Simroze
12•3•21
03:11am

One more day passed and he still not there,
Can tell none, can't ask why,
Days full of nostalgia and despair,
Nights still worry 'bout the last good-bye!
Tryna let the blues away,
Help me silence my dismay.
I live my life on edge,
Nodding my head in sullen acquiesce,
'bout to fall off the ledge,
Just tryna get relief from my stress.
Tryna let the blues away,
Got none to silence my dismay.
He was the sun to my moon,
The misty morning to my crazy midnight,
He was the cool breeze to my perturbed sea,
The star to my dark sky.
Help me silence this dismay,
I'm still tryna let the blues away.
Demolish the sun, pack the moon,
Pour the sea away, it'll anyways be dark soon,
Not letting the blues away,
Now, I love drowning in the fray!
-simroze
3.4.21
12.07am