the cold she felt
the air freezing her skin
grabbed her jacket
even if it had been to thin
the wind took it
she watched it fly away
there she stood, forgotten
wouldn't have cared, anyways
only her bag in her hand
the rain drops straightening her hair
it's filled with nothing
she looked up, nobody cares
the moon shines
through the drops
they see me dancing
where should have been sobs
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
