to the pretty one with the brown hair
rainy days, pitter-pattering along the glass, winds and clouds dance along and chase each other over the horizon. a day for for windshield wipers and umbrellas to brag and boast and on this day i thought of you.
my words and actions might have gone askew with my intentions. my heart is right and my mouth is confused. i hope you forgive me, i meant to cross no lines, no barriers.
we are all fighting battles in our own worlds and allies like you are good to keep.
there was no projection but only a weary tale of a path i regretfully strolled, and the fear of seeing my love follow.
smile with me? stand by me? dance with me?
not just the words, everything is to be absorbed.