Dirty rain which scorched my skin
Two forefingers in a line that's so thin,
Dismal days and midnight, wasted tears,
Your embrace was what i yearned for years.
Your calm hands met the burning one,
Once upon a time, a bull fell for a swan,
They both wandered and swam along the waterscapes,
The lilacs witnessed when he and her escapes.
She held her as they sailed from different seas,
His innocent eyes, is the only thing she sees,
She came with him, not knowing his rotten plans,
From afar, she saw black fumes and rusty cans.
He dragged her to the pit of heartbreak,
He tossed her innocent heart, now she's in severe ache,
He wounded a swan and thought he tamed a beast,
Alone, she counts her wounds while she's watching the mists.
