it's 21:23 and heavy clouds are moving fast tonight. the sky is grey and from time to time lightning strucks. from my point of view the mountains seem almost black creating a contrast that doesn't seem to be here often. it smells like an upcoming storm and my whole body is aching for the rain to come. there's magic behind those summer storms as if the world is tired from these seemingly happy summer days too and wants to relieve itself. i wonder how this scenery looks like from your window that you always keep open. it's 21:31 and the sky has taken on a darker color. it changed fast, just like you did. how should i have known that your beautiful green eyes give shelter to such a dark soul? the only things that lighten up the sky now are street lanters. the rain is falling heavy and lightning strikes every second like the ticking of a metronome. the raindrops are knocking on my window and the way they do hasn't changed, you're just not here anymore. somehow all my sorrows are getting washed away as the world finally puts its burden down. everything is still revolving like it used to, the stars shine still the same and the tides didn't have a change of heart either and you leaving me won't move anything out of place, not even me. it's 22:43 and the storm has passed, you're still in my head but not as much as you were yesterday. my heart feels a little lighter and the world feels like new beginnings.
YOU ARE READING
from my point of view
Poetryoffered her the world. she said she had her own. (you may consider this poetry, atleast I do.)
