She spoke:
I fell from a moment to the other
Like a drop of rain
In the middle of April
Where it somehow seems more appropriate
Even though it rained almost till October
When my birthday takes place
And the years fall one after the other
Like big
Fat
Rain
That one that soaks you to the bone
And leaves you freezing from head to toe
All worth when he puts his warm jacket on your shoulders
And even though it doesn't really make a difference it kind of does
In a way all girls dream about
You know?
The tingles
The sparks
The wobbling knees
I mean
What kind girl doesn't want a boy to make her knees wobble?
Me.
I once told my mother I would never fall in love
And she said oh dear God I sure hope so
Love isn't kind for anyone
So I made friends
Contacts
Connections
All the right people and all the right times
But he just had to ask:
Then who puts that jacket on your shoulders when you're soaked and freezing to death
I have an umbrella.
YOU ARE READING
Deadly - Poetry
Poetry/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
