Weather embers
Cold hands and cold feet
Poetry like plaque forming between your teeth
On a stormy evening you said to me,
"If only the rain could wash away this apathy."
Your footsteps stopped as you lowered your hood
Rivaling the trees, silently you stood
Your face to the sky, drops of water glistened down your chin
There was a haunting feeling poking at us with tiny pins
This rain not so long ago used to be snow
Every year it worries me, where did the seasons go?
Water always comes and water always goes
It blurs our vision and it floods our nose
It's utterly tasteless, we can only just feel that it's wet
And every time it trickles down my cheeks I can't help but feel regret
Poetry like plaque forming between your teeth
On a stormy evening you said to me,
"If only the rain could wash away this apathy."
Your footsteps stopped as you lowered your hood
Rivaling the trees, silently you stood
Your face to the sky, drops of water glistened down your chin
There was a haunting feeling poking at us with tiny pins
This rain not so long ago used to be snow
Every year it worries me, where did the seasons go?
Water always comes and water always goes
It blurs our vision and it floods our nose
It's utterly tasteless, we can only just feel that it's wet
And every time it trickles down my cheeks I can't help but feel regret