Have you ever felt rain
and its dark clouds
as its drops fell and burnt so cold
have you ever been in light
and yet blinded,
blinded by the shadow of your doubt.
Do you know how it feels
to give with an open heart
to outstretched arms
that will not recieve?
Had you known the feel
of the rush of seeing you
would you smile back with a grin
hidden on the left side of your chin?
Your face my sunshine
but to you, mine's so cold
but why am I so bold
as to get drunk in your words
sweet as wine so old?
When to see your tears drop
burnt acid cold.
So would you ever know
how your pretence hurt me so
would you drink this potion you give
I wonder,
would it burn just as cold?
Fimisola-Samuel
