I meant the last time i poured my heart out to somebody
even a little bit all I got was a “k”
but that’s not okay in my array of sunshine because it’s not sunny.
There's a blanket of clouds and not the ones that rain,
because the ones that rain are the ones i enjoy,
feeling that cold drip from the heavens washing over my face.
I’m talking about the dark gloomy blanket
and you’re just waiting for the rain.
But this cloud will refuse
because it’s gloom doesn't want to be refused,
so the mass will delude itself in a subconscious wish that everything will be alright,
if they just stay up here where it’s clear
and away from everyone
but this cloud is convinced that up high is the safest place.
Yet sometimes this cumulonimbus wishes to come down
but right when it tries evaporation takes place
even before condensation can finish.