it's raining.
all people are putting up there umbrellas and run into a dry place.
I just stand there and look at them.
they're laughing and dancing in the rain.
they're happy.
but they're just shadows, shadows who stayed from a better time.
shadows made of memories but they're just shadows thinking they can dance there forever
would they know the can't?
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Poetry𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦. - 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭 some poems I wrote, thanks for reading, voting and feedback <33
