Jane Kur

drops of water stain ringin in my ears
this night is so quiet, yet it’s uncomfortably silent
staring at the screen, hoping i can come up with something
but there are no words to say, it all don’t mean a thing.

some say i’m tough, some say i’m endless
but behind that fair facade, only you can see
that i am only a mere coward, standing here in fragile
so tell me, when the rain drops and the thunder storms… will you still be
here?

I know your faithfulness in me is unquestioned

But sometimes when the boat rocks, you can’t help but want

To jump out and free yourself from pressures and despair
that intoxicates

So tell me, what would you do?

JK