You are bright, you are young and you are beautiful. You should be full of life, full of warmth but here you are instead, your sunny life littered with showers; littered with boughs of sadness.
You are running through the rain trying to salvage the washing left on the line; you are running through your saddest moments trying to find your warmth again and nothing makes you more beautiful.
No matter how dark the clouds, or how heavy the rain, you wait for the sun to shine again.
YOU ARE READING
The people's poetry series.
SonstigesThese are bits and pieces about people I know or once knew. Some are ex lovers, some are friends, some are long lost friends, those I never stopped being friends with but lost touch along the way. Each one of these are about someone new and each su...
