Thinking about that day. It was raining, But not just outside, My eyes were raining. Thunderstorms. But why over me? I look over, and I see you smiling. While I'm drowining in my Tears And Rain . .. ... ....
What is it about you that got me like this? Was it your smile? Was it your laugh? Was it your eyes? Was it your lips? I don't know how But somewhere along the way... i f e l *l
There used to be a poem here written to the one I used to love. Turns out he really was the ******* I met years ago; just in a really good disguise. Have a great life.