the rain replaced the cold, windy September weather
the sun is coverd in angsty grey, humungous clouds
there's round yellow traces of where it's been,
surviving in the unforgiving rain
the rain stopped
and someone that's not you cuddled into my arms
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
me and not you-forty
the rain replaced the cold, windy September weather
the sun is coverd in angsty grey, humungous clouds
there's round yellow traces of where it's been,
surviving in the unforgiving rain
the rain stopped
and someone that's not you cuddled into my arms