'Tip' 'Tap' 'Tip Tap' 'Tip'
Sweet, softly, cold rain.
You always have reminded me of my pain. This heavy, black cloud that I carry with me endlessly.
'Tip' 'Tap tip tap' 'tip tip' 'tap'
Your song cries out to me. It pleads with me to give up, to share in its tears. As I watch the drizzles on the window I see the reflection of my inner fears.
'Tip Tap' 'Tap Tap Tip'
A broken heart is allot like a broken mirror. It will cut you up while reflecting every flaw in your wall of protection on perfect display. Leaving you breathless and broken with no words to say.
'tip tap'
My breath fogs the glass
of the windowpane
and the inner screams
block the sounds
of the endless rain.
I'm lost with a heart
in a million pieces .
Which piece of my heart do I follow and how of my pride must I swallow?
'Drip' 'Drip' 'Drip'
Now as your song quiets I'm left to the silence of my own reflection and thoughts. I take note of what I see and realize that broken girl really is me. Tear stained, flushed cheeks, cut wrists, puffy, reddened, lost, hazel eyes that leak and a stunning smile there to hide it all.
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A Little Book Of Poetry
PuisiPoets of a life of mountains. Amazing highs and impossible lows All summed into words, simple tokens of every step forward or back. Hope you can relate.
