What do you know,
It's raining again;
Thousands of droplets-
Like bullets they fly
With no sign of stopping
And no sign of slowing;
Constant, never changing,
Surging downpour
Bringing the air
To fill these lungs
And freshening life
With a song not sung,
Thus, I love it
Almost as much
As I-
Love you.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoesíaUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
