I used to love the sound of rain
The way it pittered on a windows pain;
The way it patterned on a cobbled lane
I used to love the rain.
You pealed across my sky like thunder
While I, like lightning, zigged and zagged in blunder;
On darkened night you aimed to plunder
But this golden heart had been torn asunder.
I can't account for the ways I've healed
Or which battles on wounded knee I've kneeled;
It's seen on every battle field
The way I've fought, yelled, whispered, & keeled.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Although it's only been days
I still can't count the ways
My body screams and aches
I don't have what it takes
How long have you been gone?
The list goes on and on,
Do you miss me too?
...Not like I miss you.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC