Come be alone with me
On this rainy Sunday afternoon.
We can race the raindrops running down the window
Or we can build a fort and play scrabble
And argue about words like 'gotcha' and 'curfuddle.'
Come be alone with me
On this rainy Sunday afternoon.
Come sip peppermint tea with me on the porch,
And we can watch the sky cry in blissful silence.
We can wear wear old faded pajamas
And look through old, faded scrapbooks from years ago,
Or we can sit in bed all day and talk about the meaning of life
While the rhythm of the pounding rain drowns out the world.
Come be alone with me
On this rainy Sunday afternoon.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
