Tinging and tapping on the window,
the rain collects on my pain
in small droplets rolling down
as they get bigger and heavy
on the glass.
Landing on my hand, the drop
came slowly in my mind from
my sorrow and my eye.
Like the rain of the window
sorrow gets heavy rolling like
a stone, tapping on the window
of my life.
The first teardrop stings,
the second is like a scar its
always in mid air as I gasp for
a breath. Forever it seems.
I am the teardrop...
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
Tinging and tapping on the window,
the rain collects on my pain
in small droplets rolling down
as they get bigger and heavy
on the glass.
Landing on my hand, the drop
came slowly in my mind from
my sorrow and my eye.
Like the rain of the window
sorrow gets heavy rolling like
a stone, tapping on the window
of my life.
The first teardrop stings,
the second is like a scar its
always in mid air as I gasp for
a breath. Forever it seems.
I am the teardrop...
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
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