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.
(: