Cloudy Day

As the rain it trickles down
Upon my window pane
The window is cloudy now
With my fingers I write your name

As I write I love you
I think of you and I
I wonder why life it is
And the many questions why

I can't help but to feel it
As I too I draw a heart
Although we are not together
I can't help the tears that start

What a difference a day it makes
On my window on a cloudy day
I wish it would take the pain
And somehow make it go away

But as the raindrops trickle down
I alone, I have found
Just like the rain the tear drops they fall
It doesn't matter at all.

Copyright 2004 Bill Simmons

by Bill Simmons

Comments (1)

Kinda like writing that person's initials in mustard on a sandwich...then the whole name. *big mistake! it's nasty ;) *