She’s covered by pain, like the morning mist.
She’s pushing me away like I am a force of destruction.
I’m telling her, “I can love you,
Though giving up has been your worst distraction.”
She has smelled regret and the descriptions are as fresh as a cappuccino.
Let me in don’t let the rain catch up with me.
I have loved myself imagine, what I can do for you.
She whispered, “I am not ready, I need to find a refuge.”
The colour of my heart has now turned from red to maroon.
I have turned away from solitude.
But she won’t let her heart remain my home.