On Summer days
I wonder
and ask
for the clouds.
I stand and wish
for the rain
to come down
from its high
to dry my body
with its
wetness
I imagine drops
of rain
slowly and sensually
kissing my skin
my body burning
with every
drop of rain igniting
my body with flames
no sun
can give me the heat
that the rain can
like a downpour of sorrows
finally being released
after years of silence
I feel every
single
cry
laugh
lover
in one drop of rain
and that one,
that single rain drop
revives the blackened
soul
that only the sun could burn
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A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
