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| I just read your letter, it made me feel so sick that I had to step outside. The rain felt my pain as I started walking. Raindrops running from my hair into my face. Feeling the cold liquid crawling across my cheek. Too shocked to do anything about it. Some drops fall on my dry lips which are cracked open. The cool water refreshes the flesh which burns with pain. My soaked clothes don't bother me anymore as my wet body feels the cold. Still I walk on and feel the pain turn against me. Betrayed by her as she wrote that letter. The art of treachery denies what we once had and what we could have. Still crave for her but can't do anything about the fact that it's over. Love has fled from her heart, a heart that doesn't belong to me anymore. I turn my head and see the rain kissing the river. Understand that I'm not feeling good, I feel fucked and alone when I stare out there. Think by myself, will the sun ever shine for me again... jOhNduDe |
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