Rainy

With her back against the wall, she is still waiting. Darkness slowly envelops her, the rain even quietly cried... Even the birch branches bend down - broken wings of a bird. He did not come and there is no hope, and the rain came down with whips... Tired of waiting hard, she now stands at a crossroads. He threw a wet garment over his shoulder, the rain hugged her soothingly...

When we're confused and all alone, when a light rain outside is drizzling, drizzling - with his forehead resting on the glass, split, I'm thinking about you. Are you thinking about me? I open a book, looking for a forgotten verse by an old poet. And I hear your soft whispers. Then you, the modern girl, you assume the image of Beatrice. And this rain over our random town drizzling over the whole global world, united by renaissance love. I think about him. Is he thinking about me?

My eyes are sad. Like a breakup song. Under my eyelids clouds fall asleep The rain kisses me... Thunderous. Too small. In the lips midnight spills. By the scream you will know me at dawn, when i wake up among broken dreams. When night falls and lights the sunrise on departure... from dreams in love it hurts My eyes sparkle. After a reminder. He paints the pain rainy weather... They are bitter in my morning all the memories. The key to the sun... stay in you.