Everything is fragile
That's what i noticed
On that solid bridge
Which was utterly soaked with rain
Can you believe?
Its colour has changed
It was darker,
sadder
But i had no idea
Why i found peace in rainstorms
I must be an ocean
Looking cleaner as it rains
More peaceful,
happier
And you were the clouds
Who vanishes into nothing
to release the drops of rain
I've always known
You're my happiness, my joy
My ecstasy.
And what keeps my waves alive.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
