On the bedroom floor,
laying without anything in mind
Just listening to the heavy rainfall
I don't want this to end
Because when the sun rises the next day,
It means work.
YOU ARE READING
I Write My Mind Here
PoetryThere are secrets that you can't tell someone even those who are closest you.
Rainy Nights
On the bedroom floor,
laying without anything in mind
Just listening to the heavy rainfall
I don't want this to end
Because when the sun rises the next day,
It means work.
