It's that one crack of thunder,
when you know it's gonna rain.
That one bolt of lightning,
you see it and you go speechless.
It's that one day you get caught,
but you decide not to run.
You stand there and soak,
in water from the clouds.
The wind shakes the trees,
so the leaves sound like music.
And you know-
today is the end,
but you can still feel tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoetryThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
