Alone in the rain l stand awaiting for the first rain drop of love,
I need it to be my first kiss, of tonight as l part ways with the evil heat.
Let it rain, let it rain when troubles seem to be knocking at the door of my heart.
A bitter stranger, ascending by the throne of pain, nailed unto the wooden bar
Piercing through the flesh of my soul
What a myth.
Hard to believe that we no longer laugh together, or say good night.
Never do we frown, or say love lyrics.
What l feel is an obnoxious smell of bitterness.
I never boarded a phantom ship on my way to England.
Never will l understand the secret on how to make a Coca cola,
It lies with the Lovely Rose.
It went with the Lovely Rose.
It vanished with the Lovely Rose.
©siyakha
S