It's been 8 months since we broke up.
I remember myself sitting in the window.
Looking out in the rain.
Cause It's the only one who understands me.
Rain could crying for hours.
No stope.
The satisfying sound it makes.
The smell of nature.
And in the end,
The end of rain's breakdown,
The most beautiful rainbow,
Has came.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Povs (volume 1)
PoetryHers, hims, theirs POV. What is going on in our lives? Are some things questioning? This book is peoples' even aninals POVS of their lives! If you like overthinking you sould definetely read this book!
