It's as though it was overriding and unnatural,
Yet felt like it had been there all along,
Matching a uniform beat to an almost sick one,
Fitting like a glove, a bright yellow glove,
That, in the end, was a perfect mistake
Until next time - ☔
YOU ARE READING
When Rain Falls
Puisi"When rains fall And shadows crawl That's the time I hear my call A random word Is all I heard Now I write With emotions stirred" That poem essentially describes how I write the poems in this book. All of the poems are mine. Also the poems get bet...
