I Was In Pain

I was in pain while you ask me about the sneaking time. As the sun is creeping on the sidelines of your home window, illuminate every page of the book you reading are a widow. Then really, they took despite you do not sit on the shady cloud climb. I am friends with the rain and made friends with the dark. They really talk without looking towards me. Then I write the night to fight against the sun. They scramble to write down the words of love in every book you read in every sense that you love for your life as in the time. Rather profane than eternal was.