I sit here by the window as the party goes on behind me;
Thiers loud music, alcoholic, and plenty of "company"
Yet I stray from my what I would of expected and think a man that has stolen my heart from many miles away.
At first I thought it was impossible, for I am not a fool or one to be persuaded easily by anything.
It starts to rain outside, odd because there's a drought and I walk threw the front door, excaping the sound and smoke to the front yard where everyone has left because of the rain.
I lift my face to the sky and feel the rain touch it lightly as your lips would and I wish I was in California with you, away from my family and friends and beloved Texas.
We both love this rain as we do each other and I watch as the sun sets in the distance soaking wet with water around my ankles.
I hear something and look to see a man who says
"Don't cry your tears out here, because you look so beautiful with your wet hair around your face, I wouldn't want to hurt you ever or ruin your fate"
Then I blink my eyes and look for the man that has disappeared.
But I know you went really here with me now
but you are in my heart.
