It was a rainy day.
It was a bad day.
Water was replaced with tears
And clouds were mistaken for soar dark eyes.
Only one soul was left there
Stuck under the rain.
One soul devided to two.
And she stared at her reflection.
And she didnt see pain anymore.
She stared at her reflection on that glossy piece of wood.
She stared right into her soul.
And there it was.
She wasn't alone.
She wasn't the only soul.
It was her and that old piece of wood.
Although it wasn't just a piece of wood.
In that moment it was a part of her soul.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
