Would you count the raindrops on the window with me?
See who wins the race,
And when the rainbows come out to play,
Will you find the pot of gold with me?
We could pretended we're hunting for lost treasure.
Sharing our riches with only each other.
Basking in the glory of it all.
Sipping our virgin cocktails and laughing at the people passing by.
We could stay this way forever,
And when the rain comes again we'll dance with no music,
Only each other to laugh at.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
ŞiirYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
