It's raining lightly at 12:26 in the morning
it's not your birthday no longer
but I choose to remember it
seems onimous, that this new day rings somber
I found your picture, thought I threw it away
werid, I didnt know my heart could ache
must have buried these feelings deep
wished that all this was, was sleep
I guess its safe to say
I never got over you
I'll let this storm be a reminder of how to view
life as beauty and renew
Waiting for the day I was strong enough to cope
that day never came, I gave up all hope
of you coming back to me
saying it was all a mistunderstanding
I miss your face, the way you speak
your eyes, smile, and honesty
the mirage of friendship that decreased
the storm inside waned and is free
the memories I keep are strong and sweet
there's still The Bar as high as a Tree
someday I'll find the one with The Real Imani
The Storm Overhead
