Grey days

When I met him I was crying
He held my hand like he had never held a hand before
Tough skin,good intentions
When he met me,it was raining
But he found a rainbow to give me though
I had so much love to give you
When I saw him for the last time,it was summer
But my tears haven't dried yet
too much love
When he left me he didn't look back
Attack is a form of defense too.