The rain falls into my eyes
My vision becomes a blur
I dare not stand where I lie
There's something that I've heard
She never really says
Her real intentions
She never really stays
Like she's my imagination
Drip, drop, drip, drop
That's her lonely song
Drip, drop, drip, drop
It's all I hear all day long
Her damp caresses
They leave me cold
Left me in stillness
I can't move, so I'm told
For so long I've been lying here
My lungs, for so long, stopped
No longer I hear cries, my dear
All I know is that I won't wake up
Drip, drop, drip, drop
That's her lonely song
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Goes her tears all day long
YOU ARE READING
Quill & Ink
PoetryThese are my emotions. My inner words. To throw in the wind. To one day reach you.
