Raindrops

Desen: Negoita Georgiana
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The storm is coming,
Is it our storm, honey?
Our time is running
While you watch so calmly.

The wind is blowing hard
Tearing ourselves apart,
Thunderstorms cry loud,
They cry for my depart.

Raindrops fall from the sky,
Raindrops fall from our eyes
And we still deny
That it's time for our goodbyes.

I am a believer,
But what do I believe in?
You are a leaver,
You are my sin.

Love is natural
And so is the storm,
Is so surreal
Like the pair we form.

Our storm is here
And is so clear,
A tear of fear and ashes
Left my eyelashes.