Blind love.

A Poem by Ana

When the rain is falling
Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of what
Could have happen?
How our never existing day ended?

How my smile disappeared?
How your eyes went blind?
How white lies became
The truth?
Your voice is calling her.

And the black widow
Found her men in dark streets.
Where I was waiting for you
And now you are waiting for me...