Destitute

Everyday I pray for rain to come
So the clouds will block out the sun
To feel the drops hit my skin
Is a feeling that makes me whole again

I find delight amongst all the gloom
I watch the clouds from within my room
And when I am sad I think of you
Hoping you feel the same way too

When day finally turns to night
I am happy there's no more light
For in the dark, what lies beneath
My quilts and blankest, is a sad me

The tears I cry now stain my sheets
My makeup runs down my cheeks
My lips tremble, for they'll never taste
Your lips again, So I run in haste

I'll keep running until I cannot breathe
Till my sides hurt and your memory leaves
I'll run to make it all go away
I'll never turn back to look at your face.