Won't you come back to me?
The rain falls heavier now, drowning my pleas; each drop is a reminder of tears that we never shared.
Empty chairs whisper accusations in the dim light,mocking the promises that crumbled to dust.
My hands reach for phantoms in the midnight chill,fingers tracing outlines of what we lost forever.
Won't you come back? But the silence screams no,leaving me shattered, adrift in sorrow's endless sea.