Drips of cold water
Dripped onto my face
As I walked on the lonely streets at night.
I looked up,
Enjoying the feeling of coldness against my skin,
I let it absorb into it,
As it made me warm.
The remaining passers-by
Held their umbrellas over their faces
Trying to get away from the water.
I walked slowly,
Not wanting this moment ends
As my heart wretched painfully.
The rhythm of the rain,
The coldness of the droplets,
The way how it warmed me,
Made me wanted to stay under the rain forever and ever.
I felt cold and warm,
It almost seemed like
He is crying for me,
Crying for the pain I had gone through,
Crying for every heartbreak I had,
But only I know,
It is further from the actual truth.
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12a.m. thoughts | poems ✔
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