1 My silent plea.
Im laying on this fresh wet grass
Staring at the grey misty blanket that is the sky
It's heavy tears in form of rain, gladly washing out my pain.
Closing my eyes I breathe in the humid air
Savoring the chilly feeling as it passes through my tight lungs
Enjoying the sorrow of the sky
Just pretending for a moment that is not my.
I like the feel of the cool breeze around me
Like the wind is gently washing the pain from my soul
And my heart pretends to feel that I'm for the first time whole
I feel silver tears escaping my eyes
It's hard for me to recognize if these are my
Or the celestials' anguish that has formed high above me.
And is now crying like a bitter sea as if it heard my silent plea
For my angel my lover, Edward to return to me
