Rain

I am going to make it rain, 

no matter how hard I have to try.

For I am the one without the pain, 

and deaf to the cry.

A little here and a little there

life is passing through. 

New lures everywhere

with or without you.

They leave behind little traces of guilt,

as the solemn resolves go up in smoke.

The earnest acceptance of weakness,

dissolves the kind words you spoke.

As thoughtful as one can be

and as sensitive as one can get.

A constant meaty grey,

but its not yet at its best.

With experience and with memories
but with no clue on how to cope.
Held them on far too long though
nothing from the past beckoned hope.