Lost

Tears I cry like a cold Sunday rain.
My heart heavy with pain, like an open flame.
My mind soaked with memories of you and me;
I try to forget, but they seem to recur endlessly.
 
A sharp ache like lightning paralyzes me.
A dark cloud of thunder hangs over, indefinitely.
I don't know how my heart can take all this pain,
Like a flower in new bloom drowning under a heavy April rain.
 
With a broken heart and days of sorrow,
I don't know what the weather will be like tomorrow.  
I can't say if my sun will ever again shine bright,
But for now the stars will have to be my guide.