The winds rustle and hustle
Synchronizing with the leaves
Your eyes warm but distant
Like the stars of a night sky
The winds speak against the buildings
With nothing less than their present being
Which isn't actually a being
But is more the feeling
A feeling
A feeling of you against my window
Passing by my ears
Weaving into my mind
Like the sound of a poet
Posing their rhymes
And if I might state that the winds are you
Then that'd be too
Too silly of me to admit
That it's nothing but a silly skit
Put up to my brain at nights' time
I'm going to sleep now
My brain is fried
xD Hah, dat ending doe? Sooo, yeah this poem speaks for itself I guess. =B I actually am pretty proud, of myself and this poem (my poem) even if the ending is unexpected! Touch of a poetry chef, I tell ya.. Ok, c l e a r l y I need sleep. It's 1:25 A.M. right now. K baii! Xoxo ~ ∆Rate, comment, vote, follow, love, no hate, to spaaace, go on dates, but be safe, don't be late, just cuz u in third base∆
