summer in gold and rain,
gone with the rapture.
chasing glitter in shadows,
little flickers of light.
stars on a nightsky,
that eyes cannot see,
for the artificial lights,
blocking all the glimmer.
or have the stars,
gone with the rapture?
jumping like a superman,
laughing like a maniac.
singing silly little songs,
in the golden rays.
bridge across the road,
hand in hand tight,
so tight it hurts.
remember drinking coca cola,
in a small café?
feeling like we're doomed,
and we really were.
but he gave me rapture,
then he was gone,
gone with my rapture.
YOU ARE READING
feelz
Poetry💫 Hope for the future mixed with frustration, longing, melancholic nostalgia and realization. A whirlwind of feelings or - "feelz". . . 💫 ♡ (I take no credit for the images used, only the lyrics are mine) ♡
