The rain is quickly falling,
And I don't know what to do,
Time is slowly passing,
I wish I was still a part of you.
I regret the words I didn't say,
The things I never told you.
Now I'm wishing I'd never said,
The words that told you we were through.
Me without my smile,
Would be something strange to see,
I guess that's why I'm faking it,
At least until you make me happy.
YOU ARE READING
Poured Out on Paper
PoetryCAUTION: This is a collection of my deepest thoughts and feelings. Half of it will NOT make sense to you. Handle with care, because this is my entire heart.... *Poured Out on Paper.*
