The sky is wet today,
And the one I love,
Talks to me not.
I am doing everything okay
I think.
I am breathing okay,
I am smiling often,
I am laughing like crazy,
I am drinking okay ,well like a tanker I guess,
I talk to myself sometimes,
I see you sitting on the kitchen counter
Opening a beer with your teeth.
When I pause my thoughts.
As I let my pen
Cry on paper,
The raindrops tickle my skin.
So I breath,
And wait for the one
I love but
Talks to me not.
If he doesn't come,
I will breath some more.
I can only plead,
With the rain to wash away
This heaviness I feel in my chest.
Too late,
Am already wet .
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
