Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Windows to Rain

I mean,

is it a

broken heart

if there is no pain?

Is it

passion

when you catch yourself looking

and force yourself to glance elsewhere?

Warm, fuzzy feelings

replaced by cold raindrops

tears of the sky.

Tears of the clouds,

tears of the soul,

tears of my soul.

I'm probably not

good enough for

them anyway.

What is

months of anticipation

quashed by shrugs?

What is

the feeling of floating

that suddenly becomes

drowning in doubt?

When games

of mindless keepaway

are the only thing we share?

Heartbreak is pain.

Loneliness is haunting.

But feeling unloved

by those you want with all your heart?

All these

are a part of me.