I'm sitting in the rain
waiting for your game to start
you come up to me and place your jacket on my shoulders
when I ask what you were doing
you say that I looked cold
then you went off to play
you would look back at me and smile
every few minute
I didn't notice right away but my friend did
and it all started because of the rain
YOU ARE READING
A sad life
PoetryThe story of a life, written in words that can shed tears. There were many tears writing these prices, yet someone has to write them or the story will go untold. And I believe that no story should ever go untold.
