I stared at the rain outside my window
Hating the sound of the thunder
Remembering days like this
You would be in my arms comforting me,
Because I hated the rain
But now you are in the arms of another
And I'm stuck in the thunder storm
By myself
YOU ARE READING
Just breathe
PoetryPoetry is such a safe place to express yourself, be free, and most importantly it lets you forget your problems and just breathe Some mature themes are mentioned in this poetry book I'll put a trigger warning in the beginning if I mention a subject...
