b.

I saw her that night

dance in the rain humming in sorrow

clung onto the hope she though it was true

yet she fell everytime she almost grab it

the night seems to laugh at her

the idea of our bodies were fashioned by stone

persist by any harm and danger that came like storms and tide

yet we're just a layer of skins cover the bones

and we bleed 

and we smile

what's the point of love when there is no hope?

what's the point of hope when there is nothing to give in?

so darling cover your body as the night come in

as the world never be the same

as we bleed

as we smile