I stood in the rain, waiting for you.
But you never came.
It was pouring down upon me, soaking through my clothes.
Fogging up my glasses.
Staining my heart.
I looked all around, where could you be?
Is your life really so busy, that you couldn't make the time for me?
Are we really that far off?
Looking different ways?
With your back facing mine fighting against these waves.
The waves of emotions, of love and sorrow in our hearts.
Those waves of sorrow drip upon me, shimmering but wet.
Like this rain you left me standing in.
But i don't wanna give up on the thought of you quite yet.
YOU ARE READING
A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
De TodoHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
