you pull your hair in confusion
as you desperately think what should be done.
the rain pours as heavy as mountains
and the cloud screams with terror.
you see her curling up in a ball
and in the process you gazed on her face
and points out a few scratches on her face.
but you never noticed them
you think.
"make-up"
your eyes widen.
YOU ARE READING
happy rains ✓
Poetryinsights of a boy who couldn't care less and a girl who just wants to be seen. --- *(lower case intended)* *** -@vaulce ©all rights reserved 2021 • started: 14th march 2021 ...
