I think that a new storm is coming back through and pouring its soul everywhere it hits. it took your place and now i cant see you through the pain of the storm. The rain that hits me is the tears that have some from your weak body. In with the old and out with the new. I want the new you to leave and the old one to some running back like a rain cloud. Sitting here alone in the dark is not the scaries thing loosing you is. My heart will repair and mend but my soul is broken forever. Taking my lfe wast enough so you came back and stold what little hapiness i had left. Writing words isnt even enough to cover me up from the wetness. I will shield my heart and be cautious on who and what i let in all because of you.