Rain drops
Splatter on the window
The car races to a destination
I don't really care about
I get lost in my music,
Not the music on the radio
My music
To mach my mood
I look out at the gray sky
That matches my gray heart
The world seems so much darker
I watch the car,
And people
And houses pass by,
I am lost in the motions
They consume me
The grey,
The rain,
The music,
The people,
Repeat.
This twisted rain storm
Consumes me
Untill
We pass your house
And I catch my mind
Being consumed with the thought
Of you
The thought of your lips on mine
The thought of a possible us
I am consumed by these thoughts
What does the inside of your house look like
I want to know what colour your curtains are ,
What books are on your shelf,
Is it messy or clean,
Modern or rustic?
I am consumed with the thoughts of you.
I stare at the rain drops on the window
And I wonder
How many tears do I have yet to shed
And how many will be for you?
YOU ARE READING
Him and Her
PoetryThe untold stories of my sleepless nights and my complicated love story. This slowly opens up and you can learn a bit of my past but it mainly focuses on my struggle threw relationships and how I learn to grow as a person as I fall in love.
