The rain
will never sound the same
as it did in the summer
when all we did was
stay in late together
and imagine what life would be like
if we could just lay and create
our own soundtrack
to the rhythm of the rain
and speak to each other
in silence.

Believed
In*
Lies,
Played
By
*Time.

When things leave
we don't miss a thing
until all the goodness leaves
and the bad things flow in.