When it showers with droplets that taste like cotton candy,
when the morning tea tastes of love,
when the dry days feel tenacious of bitter memories,
I often get reminded of her, the only one I loved.
When the rainbows bend to my dance,
when the long drives feel like longer than usual,
when life feels like a celluloid film played over and over again,
that is when I know that I am thinking about her.
When she sings to tunes that I hated,
when she dances to my long lost smile,
when she has forgotten about my ventures to impress,
that is when I know it is over.
In the end, I am left with me
In the end, I am left with it,
In the end, I am left with nothingness.