As the rain outside gets louder,
With our favorite song on repeat,
I kept thinking, will I get better?
Will I cry again in discreet?
No, it was never easy.
To heal by yourself,
to keep your unsaid feelings in the shelf.
Every raindrop I hear, makes it harder to cover
Makes the pain heavier than ever
Every raindrop I hear, makes it harder to be strong
"I can last long, I can go along"
But it still hurts, I'm still stuck on that repeated song
And you're already on the next track

Woke up in my cold bed, i feel blank
Looking at the other side of it has made my heart sank
My tears are calling me again,
Like a clock, who doesn't stop ticking
I swallowed the big lump on my throat
And started to say what I feel in the form of silent cry
I kept asking myself, is there an antidote?
Will these tears soon run dry?
I turned the shower on, wishing this will wash the pain away
Every drop covers the tears from today
It makes me look like I'm still okay
Every drop, and I still feel the same way
I still feel like a drop, or perhaps, I really am
I was up there happy before you let go of my hand
And I got dropped on the ground.

Inbetween
Not one or another
I don't care for the sunrise or set
Dusk and dawn
The rise and fall of your favorite icon
I don't care
Life is dull when you're between
Gray
I don't care for the beautiful seas and hot summer days
Partys with friends, gifts, and praise
It's all a blur of day to day, meaningless interaction
Is it even real anymore
Does it even matter
Are all my emotions forced slightly encouraged by the facade, the mask I wear day to day
Sometimes one can help, with a real smile or laugh
But beyond that
There is Nothing

as a girl it didn't
occur
         that blossom
would fade
from pink cotton to
damp,
brown mulch,
to a congealed lump
my mother would
    painstakingly pull from
  full pockets at the
end of the day.
  its bloom consumed
by rain,
  and left to decay,  
its perfume a memory
that filled the air,
that with
   time you start to
        doubt was even there.

a rover
of Dover
met his
match when
his feelings
were hurt
in a
pumpkin patch
and liken
to his
hitch where
government zoned
Eddie their
force indoctrinated
as his
thimble crashed
this weasel