June 27, 2017

Won't you come and wash away the rain

If I'm honest with myself, then I know the reason for this heavyness in my soul comes from the distance between us, the skies and the stars, and the hole in my heart where you belong. It's a mystery how I'm still convinced some how we are meant to be, while I'm left here reminiscing the way you used to look at me. How could a person fake that? But that's something only you would know. Me, I'm forever wondering whether I'm crazy or not, for believing when I should not.