Scribbled

Morning rain, raindrops flow
Flow for where the heart goes
Goes straight to overthrow the missing pieces
Pieces lost without a trace
Trace back to where we left off
Off the memories we once had
Had been the best of my very being
Being with you for just a brief moment
Moment forever cherished yet always be mourning
Mourning rain is what it is called
Called the heart — yearning for you