tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

poetic sleepy town-seventy four

dim lights nowhere to be found,
the sun not knowing to exist
there's only the crying rain now

a cold breeze,
welcome, wet puddles

days like these makes me fall in love
it's like a book that makes you fall,
or a song that whispers to your heart

the rain is emotional,
the grass is overshadowed by it's inner material

living inside a sleepy town,
here of course you will find,
an unknown place that can be written in poetry

a skilled poet could be of use,
write down this falling village
make the raindrops your harmonies,
and make the loved hearts your inner melodies