The rain sounds like you
soft at first, then heavier,
like the words I never said.
Clouds gather, pressing against my chest,
thick with unsaid confessions.
I hold them in,
tight as the sky before the storm.
Maybe I’ll break like thunder,
spilling everything all at once.
Or maybe I’ll just keep raining,
slow, quiet, unnoticed
but drowning all the same.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
The rain sounds like you
soft at first, then heavier,
like the words I never said.
Clouds gather, pressing against my chest,
thick with unsaid confessions.
I hold them in,
tight as the sky before the storm.
Maybe I’ll break like thunder,
spilling everything all at once.
Or maybe I’ll just keep raining,
slow, quiet, unnoticed
but drowning all the same.
