spitting turned into rain
rain turned into snow
snow turned into hail
hail turned into a storm
storm turned into a flood
tears flooding from my eyes
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
六十五
spitting turned into rain
rain turned into snow
snow turned into hail
hail turned into a storm
storm turned into a flood
tears flooding from my eyes
