I remember when I used to hate rain
And tried so hard to live it because of the poetry
And at some life changing point
I loved rain.
I didn't know why and how I loved it
But I just loved it
And when I loved it I tried to hate it
Like I used to
And this time not because of the poems written
But the one that I was hiding in my brain
I couldn't hate if
It brought me so much joy even though I didn't wanted it to
If I can't control my feelings for rain
Could I control them with you ?
Oh lover, you're the rain.
I want you to love you so bad
But I know that when I will
I'll want to hate you
YOU ARE READING
ouf! ma poésie?
PoetryC'est simple; j'écris des poèmes pis la il est 22:20 et demain matin j'ai un examen de français alors quoi de mieux que de procrastiner en écoutant du BB Brunes et en cherchant au plus profond de mes notes des poèmes mal écrits ?
