I hear his drumming
He's outside
I'm inside
I love the sound of it
From the time he started
My head was in my hands
Daydreaming of that sound
Wishing I could watch him
My heart beats with it
And I feel slight butterflies
He just makes me daydream
All.
The.
Time.
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In the Rose
PoetryA collection of different poetry ~Tears on the Ground~ Tears pour down As the tears fall quickly I curl into a ball Like it can hide the pain What do I do What should I say Probably nothing It's better that way Easier for me Easier for them Easi...
