32 first time doing this

By Nine Life (Author of Graying Light)

Salty breeze hits my face,

The sky is clear and blue,

But its raining down here.

The one presence at home,

Never did I thought I loved him,

Always drunk at home,

His eyes turned dim.

It rained so much,

Cans were no longer thrown,

Debts no longer grown,

I missed him so much.

Salty breeze hits my face,

The sky is clear and blue,

But its raining down here.

Rough hands gently wipe my tears,

Telling me I have a clear blue eye,

The charming smile wiped my fears,

I gazed at the clear blue sky.

Years passed by in the blink on an eye,

Everything happened so fast,

I never wanted but you said its a must,

Small hand holds mine under the blue sky.

Salty breeze hits my face,

The sky is clear and blue,

But its raining down here