Whereas I'm standing in the rain,
Hair and clothes all soaked,
Entire you is elsewhere, main
Resting where it's cold.
Even though, I know where you are
I kind of feel alone
So I try to distract myself, writing this from far
This feels so weird,
However so fine
I am confused nowadays
Such as thinking, maybe I should not align.
Guessing is something I used to do when feeling shy,
Only with you,
I feel as if I could fly.
Neon mweonga jom dalla, as it says in stuck
Good, that's something I really can't deny.
I am questioning if I have an obsession with the rain right now since my last writing started with the same weather condition...
Anyways, the real question in this is actually... where is this going?
I kinda like the direction ^^
YOU ARE READING
A poetry collection - my feelings and thoughts
PoetryBasically, I am going to write about things that keep playing on my mind. This is not going to be uploaded regularly and to be honest, I have no idea what I am doing here ^^ (en&ger)
