Let It Come and Go

The roars of the rain thrashing and persisting through our heart,
Pours down like tiny fragments of sharp glass, pollutes our courageous soul with dots of fear.
Let it come, shall it be evaporated, as the sun replaces the downpour.
The thought of missing you evokes a storm of our emotion,
Taken form as love, arousing conflicts between our heart and mind for which we regretted.
Let it come, shall it be scattered, when acceptance of our regrets comes with age.
The pain rooted deeply in our life knocking rudely on our door,
Drowns sadness in the pool of blood, yet muddles us with the sweet scent of red roses.
Let it come, shall it be gone, from the moment we allow our torment to fade to gray.