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I used to love the rain
And now it makes me sad
The sweet memories we had of delightful pain
On my heart, there's a stain
And you may think my soul is bad
But you're the one to blame
The rain used to make me so glad
the clouds are as heavy
as your eyes are, with tears
don't let it rain over me.
Droplets pour down my face and soak into my clothes.
I sigh,
Smile,
And spin in the rain.
Pitter patter pitter patter,
Tears fall from the sky.
Words, silent,
Ghost across my lips.
I sing,
But there is no sound.
If you speak but no one hears,
Have you actually said anything at all?
Short.
even with our thighs pressed together
it feels like you're on another world
the purple under your eyes proof
that gravity takes it toll on ethereal beings

i can feel words rising in my throat
but i don't know how to string them together
to let you know that you are everything

you are the sun and the ocean
the moon that keeps everything in the balance
the sun and the stars
every crumpled-paper poem
and the ink blots on the pages

the one who everyone is talking about
when they let the word love carelessly fall out of their mouths
the girl in every love stained poem

you are the church and the deity
and I'm on my knees
praying to you
kiss me in the middle of the crossroads
like you're the devil
and i'm a sinner not worth saving
He lives in the silence between my heart beats.
Even after I'm gone,
the silence would still be there.

*Closer and closer
their breathless voices drown
Into an ocean of flawless silence.
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