melancholy
Dripping rain upon the glass, wondering how long it will last
Gray light begins to dim as the night starts to roll in
By myself with liquid skies and a tear in my eye
Dreaming of things that did not last
I felt my heart was made of broken glass
Seeing my lover walking in the rain, causing
me a growing pain .
And in places where we would meet
Tasting life’s bitters is not a treat
Seeing shadows of you in the dark
Hoping the night will disembark
For hell has a hold of my heart.
Scott baker