Waking up tired again.
Wishing I was in the rain.
I silently make my own storm.
With my own tears that begin to form.
I wipe my face as I look ahead.
I smile quietly as I realize on my bed.
I watch the grand show.
I look at the clearly forming rainbow.
YOU ARE READING
✨thoughts✨
RandomThe poems I write.. Some rants too. (if you are easily triggered, I strongly advise you not to read this)
