Cloudy

Today the sun isn't shining and it seems that happiness has lost it's way. She's looked high, he's looking low, it's hard to find your when you don't know which way to go. Maps haven't been designed yet according to the mind that helps them find their way to love, they're destined to be lost not found.

Today the sun isn't shining but the day their love was lost it was a bright, hot and windy atmosphere. The beams of light flowed from above and they got distracted, blinded and misquided for they took their eyes off the prize, the heaven enveloped, that stood before their eyes, the good.

Today the sun isn't shining and reign is in the forecast, heartache is going to live long and fall with every drop, every thought and unspoken word. She's looking high  and he looked low, neither one of them carried an umbrella to give the heart shade of protection. Love is tired, wet, and burning from the elements, the bad.

Today the sun isn't shining and she's getting bitchier by the step. His pace, his gait and his stance they're all off,  he's angrier by the pound of the pavement. Lost not found. The truth is love is sitting on the bench waiting. They can't hear, they can't see and they go 'round and 'round, the ugly.