We are living a lie,
conversations -- a bag full of words,
grievances and complaints.

love is like rain,
washing down my soul clean,
I want to get drenched now,
but there are no clouds in the sky.

You are still a memory,
my eyes hold on to a photograph,
a slideshow, I switch on to at night,
a dream which I weaved with my breath,
only to break them in the morning light.

We are living a lie,
conversations -- a bag full of words,
grievances and complaints.