You rang and called me
in the middle of my nightmare
and invited me over
for a picnic in the rain
But I refused
and blindly excused, myself,
afraid of getting a flu
Though only if I had known
that I’d end up pained and drained
from the never-ending teardrops
and regretful memories of you
I’d have jumped off my bed
and ran through the thunderstorms
just to sit on the wet grass
and gaze into your eyelashes
as the beauty of your hazel gaze
would have gladly deluded me
of an inevitable sunrise
before the Heavenly textures of your cheeks
would leave my lips burning sweetly
While listening to the rhythm
and the singing of the thunderclaps
until a flood would leave Me swimming
in the wetness of your cuddles,
drowning in your kisses,
and floating on the waves of your heartbeat
‘Cause now
Not even a sunny day
can keep me dry
from tearful eyes
or blind my eyes
from the tearful skies
which regretful memories of you
keep mine mind obliged to.