There's a storm inside me it starts every time I hear your laughter in the night, when I think about the way we changed from human beings to some people who can only share some words written on a cold page;
it's hard to explain how is it that I miss you when I've never really had you in the first place and you wouldn't understand you see your heart has long forgotten about feelings like these.
still
I hear your voice calling my name I see you before my eyes even in my dreams I write you in bleeding lines and in my waking hours your smile brings raindrops in my coffee and tears on the shirt I wear because once you said that you liked it;
spring brings tulips at my doorstep but it's hard to feel their perfume to let their scent in my broken lungs;