Drip, drop, drip, drop.
The rain pitter patters against her feet.
No umbrella, no raincoat, no shelter.
Pain and sorrow fills her while she waits for him.
Her heart keeps beating for someone who won't love her back.
The rain pours harder,
her breathing gets quicker, and a man comes to view.
It wasn't him.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Another hour passes with no other person in sight.
Only the heavy rain kept her company.
She knew deep inside,
there was no point in wanting this man.
But she couldn't help it—she was in too deep to let go.
YOU ARE READING
Pretty In Yellow
PoetryA bundle of poems that explore the tainted world of yellow that is my mind. I hope you can feel the emotions of despair, desire and delight I try to express through my words of poetry. "You are dripping in luminosity, The very definition of yellow."...
