riding on a roof-less car
strands of my hair are
trying to block the view
but you know what?
the view reminded me of you
the grayish skies, the giant trees
it reminds me
when i'm missing you
you left me, hurricane arrives
the heavy rain sings with me—
it's almost never-ending
i'm a fucking fool...
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ripple
Poetry[ ripple » a small wave ] welcome to the hopeless world of jillian. tell me immediately if my grammar is wrong, let's correct my mistakes (: highest ranking 346 in Poetry as of 4th of August [ completed | toosdays | 2017 ]
