can you hear the pitter-patter dancing on
your rooftop?
i could hear the pitter-patter, i even felt
the raindrops
it smells of sweet summer nights, autumns special theme.
the smell brought back childhood,
planting nostalgia on my brain.
some things never change.
the purple sky broke apart,
tears falling from the clouds.
and here i am standing, amidst the quiet crowd.
yes, some do not like this weather
but i wish it'd come again. mmm, soon, please.
and clouds hang
like gallows, sunsets
burn like tears. my feelings are crude, my thoughts askew
—
but i can see again.
ˢᵂᴱᴱᵀ ᶜᴴᴱᴿᴿᵞ + ˢᵀᴬᴿˢᵀᴿᵁᶜᴷ
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PinPoint - A collection of short stories
Random-Mature A collection of short stories.* *This book is the book that I request feedback from especially. I don't really care about votes and whatnot, but please, PLEASE comment. Examples are "I would do..." or "That was..." or "Wow, he/she is..." etc...
