Dear Rain,
Sometimes when im on long trips I look out the window and think about what the worlds done to me.
About all those who've died, about those who I once new.
And I think about the pain, thats what the rain reminds me of pain, and here its like it never stops raining.
I used to love it as a kid, even begged for it but now it only brings back the memeories and the pain of them.
Sometimes I get mad at the rain beacuse its the only thing that can make me feel anymore....
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The letters that were
PoesíaGo to the secound wooden tile near my old wooden desk and go striaght on till you hear the creak and there you'll find the letters...
