Light rain falls on the window glass and I try to follow the raindrops sliding down the glass. I pretend that it is a race. Which one will win?
All I can do is play these stupid games because every time it rains I am reminded of the raindrops you raced down my back.
"should I kiss you here or here?"
And then you left.
It was the raindrops steaming down my face.
"Will you return and catch them before they fall?"
That's what I've been doing, right?
Falling with no hope of getting caught just like these raindrops.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
