rain drips on the roof
if you could call it that
and I try to resist the compulsion
to touch it
because I know it will be like ice
cold and fast and hard
slamming into my fingertips
and shocking my veins with a sugar-like feel
instead i imagine
the drops are inside my pupils
as i stare at them and wonder
what they would look like concentrated close
all of this in a matter of seconds
with time seemingly frozen
i tap my fingers on the car door interior
and wonder what it would look like
if time stopped and all the raindrops too
would that be the true beauty in the world?
I think no
because the problems would still be there
time cannot fix problems without moving forward
Right?
-Alexis.
A/N- Hello! If you can't already tell, this story will be formatted in poetry form, which may make it a bit harder to read but if you like it so far please stick along for the rest. I'll try to update as quick as I can. <3
A/N #2- What do you do when you don't know what you are to someone but don't want to ask because you're afraid of ruining what you have?
YOU ARE READING
The universe mixed with you.
PoetryThe stars line up and the planets spin around in my head and in the center of the orbit is you. you are now very much reading my mind and the emotion bottled inside. handle it with care. i love you <3
