Dirty Laundry...

Why is the rain so cold, but my heart so hot?

Sunshine, warm breezes is only what it is not.

Mind-playing games pulls the trigger.

You told her you loved her, but what was there to give her?

Some lies you made up in your head?

I bet you didn't know she cried every night in heartless bed.

The word love is misused. Why would she listen?

Abused thoughts and dreams would have made her give in...