Everlasting Everything

Everlasting Everything

I fell asleep half-dead,
too exhausted to rest my head,
eyes swollen with blood,
hands covered in hardened mud.
My nose itches and drips
as my sanity slips.
But what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?

I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.

You're not supposed to be able to tell
if its water or not so there I fell
bawling like a baby
and thinking maybe just maybe
you were still here
but you're not and ya won't my dear.
I was crying in a street corner,
being the only mourner.
Really, what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?

I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.

People walked by quickly and gawked,
adults snickered and mocked
but who are they to judge?
This loneliness won't ever budge.
They all walk by purely happy
wondrous lives with ecstasy
the way ours used to be
before you met eternity.
Now it's only this guy
that can't help but endlessly cry.
How could they know this pain?
It grinds away, making me insane.
But really, what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?

I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.

Memories flooded back
as my mind started to crack.
You were in your flowery dress
with your hair an unmanageable mess.
An impossible mix of sweet and strong,
I gazed at you all day long.
And you played with your hair
crying out childishly "No fair"
as I won our little card game
and you slowly fell and came
right into my arms,
a haven from all harm.
We laughed and giggled
as your round belly jiggled.
Honestly, what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?

I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.

We went for a relaxing stroll
which quickly took its toll
so soon after we started to slow down
and you muddied that delicate gown
but you didn't care. You were down to earth
always eclipsed by a smile, exuding endless mirth.
And there was never a question as to who led,
you were always first as I trailed behind by a head.
One of my favorite things about you was that;
while others fuss about clothing or body fat
you worried about me, how things would turn out.
I can't recall one time you were angry or would pout.
So as you brushed that dirt off yourself, we resumed
our pleasant walk. How was I to know that day was doomed?
You stumbled and fell over all clumsily like balancing on ice
as we continued to walk fettered by our hidden vice.
Truly, what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?

I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.

After a while you insisted we abandon the path;
it was about time we experienced reality's wrath.
This little bump in the road was your summit;
this little hill was from where you would plummet.
We got to the top and gazed at our surrounding.
With nothing but bliss and love abounding
we stared at the most beautiful sight we ever saw.
The sky was flickering flame petals filling us with awe,
the sun went below the ground as little wisps of clouds
started to creep into our picture we were endowed
with. Then suddenly the sky burst and rains poured down
and I scratched my eyes as I saw a glittering, round crown
repelling the water around your head. I grabbed you hand
and we started our descent as you struggled to stand.
And then you lost balance in a puddle and started to fall.
I held onto for dear life trying to save my precious doll
but fate saw it otherwise. You clawed me and I let go
as you started to roll down the hill and I now know...
I don't even know what I expected
from crying in the rain again.

I am such a weak person
crying in the rain again.

That you saved me that day. We both would have died
but you saved me with your selfless , smiling suicide.
You went down the hill and fell landing on the road below .
From atop this natural hill you landed where grass doesn't grow.
Our baby was dead . And every day I wish that I was jokin
but at the bottom your spine and its cord were broken.
I should have flung myself off and saved you like a man
or gone down with you falling this sadistic, divine plan
but I didn't. I watched you smile with all your strength
your classical beam as I failed to save my love at length.
It shone through despite the torrential rains pouring,
and I resisted the temptation, its surreal, curing luring.
But I rushed after you seconds after it was too late.
Who'd have thought that death would end our last date?
I hunched over your body and cried late into the night,
someone called the paramedics as I saw the swirling light.
They took me form your body and I was all bloody
and you were abandoned, dead, and muddy.
I still blame myself every day as I should have held on
but I can't reverse that my trial ended with you  gone.
I always know what I expect
from crying in the rain again.

I am such a week person
crying in the rain again.
I have no one to blame but my reflection.
I have lost all but my direction.
I live on only for you hoping to atone.
Mine will everlastingly be a miserable life all alone...