Stream of tears flowed.
Pouring out whats kept within.
Whispers the heart with every breath.

The rainbow which we were about to see.
You stopped halfway and said you were bored.
It leaves me now with the question.
"What is my presence for then?"

I turned cold.
I turned numb.
Not even the pain i felt.
Not even the tears i could find.
Panicked arose.
But with your touch, i found them again.
The problem is now, it couldn't stop.

Now, its sore.
Its fragile.
Its weak.
Mending this broken heart of mine.

Oh god, im scared.
Don't drain me dear God.
Please God, please.

i can't do this.