Rain
Let the rain pour
Down my window it flows
On the ground as the flowers grow
You were the water that grew my imagination
But then you were also the pesticide that killed them.
YOU ARE READING
A book of my thoughts and feelings
PuisiI write sometimes so this is just me getting it out
Rain
Rain
Let the rain pour
Down my window it flows
On the ground as the flowers grow
You were the water that grew my imagination
But then you were also the pesticide that killed them.
