I didn’t go out in the rain to get all this storm.
Last I checked, we were warm and dry, protected from this unpredictable sky that keeps falling on our heads.
I try to cover you with my coat of care; it would work if you didn’t live to dare.
Dare that the devil will not give you pain.
Dare that your life is even worth it or is it all in vain.
Dare to open what once was closed and the pain remained, in your veins, dripping to the paper with others’ names, places, things, and people to shamelessly blame.
I am not ashamed! Of all the things I’ve seen, me being keen on you is just a beautiful thing.
I am sorry I can’t stay.
You know how it is these days.
You cry, and I run away.
Goodbye, this is your place to pray.
I hope God exists,
And miracles too.
It’s not all about you.
It’s my world too.
We all have some fixing to do.
