Hurricane Season

A Poem by Fallen Rayne

A song about losing a desired one.

Verse:

Pain gilded rain is falling again,

where is the sky today?

I tried to see your eyes with mine,

But they were clouded with grey.

You couldn't look past your

twisted past,

Always putting yourself last

We found little warmth in our

fire set forth,

Cold showers in the forecast.

Bridge:

I never let go of our memories, so

would it be that bad to bring back

what we never had?

Chorus 1:

You're gone again, lost to the wind, gone like a tree

'neath a storm rolling in.

Fallen from the end, your leaves descend

to wither and shrink,

and hither they sink.

Salty, misty, the air is so crisp when you're in hurricane season.

Tell me again why you pretend to be happy for some reason

When you and I both know,

you hate the breeze.

Verse 2:

The ripping wind of a feather

never spent,

The letter was lost in time.

The harshest bend of the parchment

as it's penned,

Scattered in a haze, such am I.

Pages all torn from the book made of thorns,

The binding was wound up with lies.

Churning again, like a cloudburst soon to scend,

The boat that we sailed capsized.

Bridge:

I never let go of the memories, so

would it be that bad to bring back

what we never had?

Chorus 2:

You're gone again, lost to the wind, gone like a shell

'neath the sea falling in.

Drowning in again, your teardrops spin,

when the water flows in,

as it's always been.

Salty, misty, the air is so crisp when you're in hurricane season.

Tell me again why you pretend to be happy for some reason

When you and I both know,

you hate the breeze.

Pre-chorus:

And as I close my eyes

I eclipse into the moonrise

But now I no longer see

What's been in front of me

Chorus 1:

You're gone again, lost to the wind, gone like a tree

'neath a storm rolling in.

Fallen from the end, your leaves descend

to wither and shrink,

and hither they sink.

Salty, misty, the air is so crisp when you're in hurricane season.

Tell me again why you pretend to be happy for some reason

Chorus 2:

You're gone again, lost to the wind, gone like a shell

'neath the sea falling in.

Drowning in again, your teardrops spin,

when the water flows in,

as it's always been.

Salty, misty, the air is so crisp when you're in hurricane season.

Tell me again why you pretend to be happy for some reason

When you and I both know,

you hate the breeze.