Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville (the people that do are so dang lucky)
It is raining.
All he could think of was her.
The way she walks, so gracefully.
The way she talks, oh so politely.
Her hair, perfect in every way,
It swings gently.
Her eyes, staring into your soul,
always knowing
he was lying to her.
He can't tell her now,
she has left him.
He can see her, yet she is out of reach.
He can see how much he loves her,
how much she did.
The rose is thrown away,
to be picked up by someone else,
not so perfect.
She admires from afar
in her lonely masquerade.
The mask's the skin she's in,
the boy she's with,
her pretend feelings.
It is raining,
the gods are crying
for the love that should have been.
PLEASE! R/R! it would be very helpful thank you