If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.
If glimpses felt like pain, then my eyes could tear a house into torn.
Whether or not these pieces of furniture in my mind mean anything to me— do they matter to you.
The scars left from these pieces are proof from burdens you brew,
Keeping you in mind is something only a fool would do,
But due to my incompetence for love, I let it coil the fr...