The drop sliding down your window,
gently patting the rooftop
rain turns mountains into valleys
sitting quietly and listening,
as they press against the glass
the rain wants to tell us,
there are many kinds of love
but her tears of pain overflowed
into an ocean that swallowed her pain
losing her grip,
She slips away...
Oct 23 ~ 12:24am
YOU ARE READING
After Dusk
PoesíaSometimes I like to write poems to express my feelings or other things. I don't believe that my poems are good but I don't mind sharing them with you guys. I hope you enjoy your stay ☺
