I sit on ledge looking at this rainy day
Like us
Whatever we are
We're in the rain
With those black/gray dark clouds just passing by
They say that after rain
A rainbow appears
Is there going to be a rainbow here?
Or are you going to let it keep raining here
We both know it's your move
I tried but I'm not good enough to bring you back
I used to know the real you
Now you're just a cover story that I can't bear to think about
Because it brings no hope
It makes me think we'll be stuck in this rainy day forever
No hope for a rainbow to appear
For you to make me happy again
For you to actually care
No hope for our rainy day
Until you look for that pot of gold
And make our rainbow.
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The life of the invisible
PoetryLooking deep into the life of the unknown the ones who hide it all. The ones who live in pain. Who have nobody until their knight shows up, and they finally feel real again.
