I was looking out the window
The green pastures smelled of spring
The raindrops held the leaves firmly
While they slowly dropped dead on the ground
There was none around me
No one to make a sound
I hate noise; it breeds turmoil
But today I felt the need of someone, anyone to be around
A tear struggled hard before rolling down the corner of my left eye
That’s when I realized
I got no one to call mine
I picked a pen and a paper
But the ink got laden with salty water rain
The paper turned RED
I got no idea
How much I bled!
I got no idea
How much I bled!
I guess, A pint of blood would be an understatement
