Maybe we got wet Under the same, identical rain.
Maybe we spilled the same tears Under different bed sheets. Maybe we thought of each other Under the same peace of our restless spirits. Maybe we are b...
Tears on my soul
solace of my solitude. Yet I like it.
Even if it hurts. Or maybe because it hurts.
And I need it.
I need to remember who I was
and how things were:
How you used to smile at me