Some day’s I do miss you, I wasn’t the one making a dupe out of you.
There were black clouds in my sky too,
I never whimpered around, just to overshadow you.
I never mystify things, to make myself unmistakable of the wrong.
I was never too much, you never tried to hold
the drop in your hands when it was raining on your lawn.
You weren’t ready to dance in the middle of the night,
beneath the stars singing lullabies.
I miss you even when you were not that wonderful for my soul.