I want to scream, get you off of my chest,
As if I could yell away my love for you-
like it’d cure my unrest.
As if the night air would accept my pain,
releasing it to the clouds,
turning you into rain.
But then you’d just be all around me,
soaking the ground-
yet I still haven’t mastered
moving on without sound.
Alright Cloudy I won't promise this is the last one, but I'll make a real effort to write about something different- this one was just already in the works 🤣