i sit by the window, listening to the rain
it's quiet and delicate and beautiful
i think about you, feel myself fall into the same traps i always have
someone i can't have, someone i can only watch
new person, same cycle
i feel innocent gentle love
a ribbon of satin and pearls i wear on my sleeve
i hide it under my jacket but i know it's there, concealed beside my wrist
to desire you would be to choose not to grow
to not let this feeling pass would be a mistake i used to take
the string is sweet, but it certainly isn't love
i sit in this feeling, quietly dreaming of you
your smile gentle as raindrops, pattering lightly and softening something inside me
this is silly, and i enjoy this feeling i know is temporary
the rain falls heavier and i want to drop everything and chase this joy
call upon thunder to hear your name
i know this won't last
i listen to the rain
i've grown
i'm not as reckless and naïve as i once was
i expect nothing
but hang by your door quietly anyways
i'm a fool but the rain is just so peaceful right now
let me listen a little longer
let me admire you quietly
listen to your voice
and my love will be quiet as rain as i fall just a little for you
YOU ARE READING
gold-tinted glasses
Poetrythe sky spills open and the flowers gleam gold, and looking up at the sunlight i see it all written clear as day in the trees a diary romanticising coming of age, relationships, heartbreak and love again
