I often sit outside and wait for nothing to arrive
I can feel the clouds as they gather in their ring of doubt
and cast hazy glances upon my cheeks
the bitter winds will whistle their tunes
upon the rolling hills
and when I am outside, mind wandering
someone hear me
bring me tea in the rain and let the thunder moan about it.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poesíaa collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
