As rain falls

Bring in the red wine and champagne, the rain is helping the mood slide in. Breath in the fresh air of the cigarette’s smoke, and tell me how this all began.

Close your eyes and laugh at what you see. Imagine the many ways you want your heart to be broken. Dream of a dream where dreams aren’t dreams, and wake up to another day. See the light of the brightest star in the sky; wonder why it’s up there, how it got there, and will it be there tomorrow?

Lay on your floor, and look me in the eyes… kiss me, if you will; but stay in silence. Listen to the ground… to your heart and mind. Read my thoughts of how the future preoccupies me, but don’t leave out that something makes me stay in the present time, looking deep into your eyes also, mapping out what you’re thinking.

This all started in days of youth and curiosity; days of love and bravery; confusion and immaturity; selfishness and deceit; loss and misery; hope and pride; days of defeat and obviousness… to all restart to another day of youth and love.