What if I started following shadows? I’m following shattered pieces of my past guiding me- No- escorting me into the darkness Picking them up, despite the aching gash they create in my palm
seems like the only way my heart can harness The rain that comes because my sunshine went away.. What if I found my place in the darkness?
Thinking I belong here because this was the only way, to get away From the suffering that comes with another cloudy day... My sunshine,
why couldn’t you stay?