• beapavlova 6w

    Paris, my heart and the rain

    I ran away from you
    To this city of love
    Thought I would mend these messy strings of heart
    But this city, it breaks more strings
    The more I drink this Cold Brew, the more aches settling in
    These days everything seem to be bitter
    Here I am, with my half fixed heart and the rain slowly flood the road
    It must have been the tears I failed to shed
    For years
    One more cup and I will leave, through the rain