Drop of rains no longer affects me neither is something I can feel..
It does not wet me anymore.. I am dripping..
No longer standing for my leg is failing..
If there is something I can hold on to, it is only this piece of letter saying you will come when I need you.. when I call you..
Now the ink is fading with my hope to you..
Been trying to keep it dry but I am flooding inside..
Now I am afraid I will not survive this heavy rain..
even if you come.. even if you say you love me..
And all I can think about is giving you this last piece of my heart..
hoping that it will help you survive in this rain..










