It was only a rain storm & we’ve been through worse weather, but neither one of us could take it anymore with being together. Instead of walking in the rain like we always do, we pulled out umbrellas, forgetting how it felt to let the rain hit our faces, forgetting how the sun would always find its way through.
After the storm we would never see eachother again because after the storm the clouds & rain seperates & drifts apart.
What else can we say when there are no more words, what else can be done when all is done…there is no point in fighting the storm anymore because it’ll eventually pass…but we won’t pass; the only passing we’ll do is when we pass by eachother at a get together or one of our friends wedding day, and we will pass with no words to say.
So hopefully in another lifetime, please hopefully in another lifetime, we will be together again, only thing is when? I’m sorry that we didn’t fight hard enough, that we didn’t hold on long enough to get passed it all, to get passed all of what happens after the storm.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
