i could write about a thousand things that mean the same.

say and stay the same.

keeping my words ever so tame.

like compare this rain to the nights of loneliness, reverted and disguised as pain. 

i could stare out this window, & pretend that you don't know 

as i put on this show of screaming and howling like you done stepped on my toe.

but as long as the clouds & sky stretch for miles.

this will always come simply to me as are my smiles.

Gino Obuseng