We never really knew whether this was our heart's calling
Or knew how far the both of us had actually fallen
We merely understood that we enjoyed the teasing and playing
And we learnt to appreciate it even more when it was raining.
It started with simple ideas of loneliness and singularity
Then it became a rather complete ******* plurality
We'd find words to describe the sensation as we climaxed
Only to come to no avail over how lost we were in our tracks
And it'll occupy a permanent space in my memories
Entitled 'Rainy days: my bestie taught me to write stories'.

It's not what you say
It's how it hits me
It's not how you say it
It's how it stays with me
All in all it comes down to
Its not what you say
It's what you do

All my life I'll remember you
Until I die I'll remember you

It's not what it means
It's what it means to me
It's not how you move
It's how you move through me
All in all it comes down to
It's not how you feel
It's how I feel you

All my life I'll keep on loving you
Until I die I know it's true