Lightning in the skies
It's raining
It's pouring
A perfect time to write you a poem.
You took my heart without explaining,
all those days of endless waiting,
You'll never hear me complaining,
like the weather,
sometimes I'm changing.
You said you couldn't be staying,
I saw your face and it started fading,
But what are you saying?
Why is your voice straining?
All of the memories are evading,
Everything disintegrating
True love descending
Aching
Collapsing
I'm breaking
breaking,
breaking,
You're not saying anything
there's no need for hesitation.
But everytime that it starts raining,
just come back running,
and I'll be waiting.
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
