The fragile rain bleeds
from the storm of my heart
I don’t see the sky when it’s captured
inside the window frame of your heart
The jingle jangle, in your pocket startles me
from the house key, you bought me
We’re merely strangers,
when the eyes from the above
has marked my forehead with a star
There’s no room in this house when all I see is empty promises of our wicked ways
hidden in the sinless moments
I’m earthbound immersed from
the sorrow and the hunger
And the anger when you blame me
Yes, you don’t own me.
We play roles
I’m no saint
I need to belong
Yes, I’m wretched.