Nighttime

It was a rainy day.
Rain poured all over.
But I did not mind.

I let it gently soak up my clothes and hair.
There was something I hoped I'd find.
Something like a treasure,but not physical.

Nor made of gold.
And there's a lot of happiness it's going to hold.
Every night,I let this feeling unfold.

She couldn't be alone at nighttime,because it made her feel something.
And yet I feel it every night.
A desire to be under the rain with someone.

As our clothes get soaking wet.
Laughing and saying things we might not forget.
As the moon shines its beauty upon us during the night.

Talking and catching up with an old friend.
And maybe,the sun will shine brighter,with sunlight upon our smiles.
Then,the rain in my head will go away.

And hopefully I do not feel that another day.
Not now,not ever.
If I had someone to hold onto forever.

Someone to make me smile.
And fullfill that void,even for just a while.
Someone to make my face heat up.

And maybe,make me feel special.
And I know I won't ever be the same after that.
I would wonder what makes me so special to you.

And maybe,learn how to love.
And overtime,fix my broken heart.
Bandage by bandage.

Sitting as I smile at your message.
But maybe this is all in my imagination.
All in my head.

Because I sleep,lonely on my bed.