I am that girl under the pouring rain. I am soaked, my skin freezing beneath my thin clothes. I have no jacket or an umbrella. I walked slowly, my eyes on the road but my mind, into the abyss of nowhere. I know my way but I feel lost.
Where can I find shelter on this dreadful weather? Or do I want one? What if I'd chose to stay soaked? Feel every droplet touch my freezing skin. What if I'd choose to stay lost in this cold? Freeze into the night as I stare into the raging sky.
I am that girl lost in the rain. My tears mixing with the sky's tears. 'Why are you crying sky?', I asked. 'Have you lost someone? Did your clouds, stars and moon left you too?'
Whatever it is, pour it all to me! I want to feel your every drop. Pour it all, I want to feel the pain.
I know my wound would never heal. I know it will stay there at the most vulnerable part of me, prickling, alive.
For as long as I love them, there will always be pain.
Pain and love. They work hand in hand. The deeper the love, the deeper the pain.
I won't ever heal.
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Purple Roses
PoésieLife sometimes gives you purple roses, in a dark and scary shade. The thorns are much sharper; they wound you like blades. *A collection of lonesome poems by a lazy human
