Feel the rain as it falls,
Like the tears from your face.
Feel the sun kisses your skin,
Like a love so far away.
Feel the cracks in your heart,
Like a split glass.
Pain pleasure.
Your pain reminds me of ocean,
Deep, without a start nor an end.
Maybe I was destine To end up this way.
I can't knock, even though
I know what's behind that door.
My heart was like a little glass jar,
Clear, Sheer and filled of love.
I gave it, then it end up bleeding my soul,
from walking on its broken sharp pieces.
Don't you dare,
To promise me you won't leave.
But this one for real,
Promise me that you'll tell me
when you want to leave me.
Both of growth and change are painful,
But I take what it costs.
I won't open my eye the way I used to.
© Unickk