I personally think that I'm a lot like the rain.
I come and go,
Forced by the wind.
I can be angry if someone I love is hurt,
But I can be gentle when playing with my brothers.
The thing I relate too most, though,
Is how many people don't like me.
At least, I don't think they do.
The thing I relate to most,
Is how there is always that one person who loves the rain.
I hope one day I'll find my person.
Maybe one day I'll the person,
Who tells me I should stay,
When I attempt to leave.
Maybe one day I'll find the person,
Who notices when I'm gone.
But for now,
I'll sit in silence.
Oh, how horrible this silence is.
But then again,
Silence is the loudest cry for help.
STAI LEGGENDO
The Poet's Notes
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written in its purest form. From topics of Happiness and Sadness; Love and grief; life and death, all the poetry I've written.
