Words Unheard

I sit here again,
dreaming in my head
of words that will never fall,
from there lips.

I sit here and think of you,
and everything you put me through,
and all I can hear
is the laughter of God
rolling through the clouds,
and striking me down
as the rain falls heavlily
allowing me to forget you,
the real you.

I hate you,
but you will never know
because this is just a dram
of words that will never fall,
from these lips.