Comfort in Camouflage

Being in a relationship,

Yet feeling single

Is a different type of pain,

Maybe she don't want me...

Maybe I'm a no name...

So,

Every night I close my eyes,

And paint a beautiful picture

On the inside of my eyelids,

scratching, tearing,

every stroke is a memory

every tear a flash back..

So,

In death..

I see what we could have had..

Not what we lost..

Not the pain..

Just you and me..

Slow dancing

In The Rain..

- unknown.

(: