When you ask me about my inner self
This is what I see
A girl standing in the rain
My eyes pleading "find me"
I'm soaked to the skin
Wishing I knew how to sing
So someone would hear me
And take me with them.
I see a girl not found in kind eyes
A figure in the downpour
A soul no one asked for.
But all I have to offer
I'll give quite gladly
To anyone willing to receive
Without thinking of me badly.
Give me a chance
The girl standing in the rain
Give me a light
And I'll brighten up your days.
Promise.
YOU ARE READING
Rain Girl ~~INTRO~~
PoetryMy intro to this account. Just a collection of poems that reveal my crazy crackhead (and occasionally genuine) personality.