i guess when i look back at the times
where the rain poured down,
your face is the one i'd remember
because you were like it, differently
you came to me like rain and drizzle
who walked into my life
your smell lingered like petricor; and
your voice roared like the thunder
just like the season i always wait for
and now the season has changed
where the ground started to dry itself
as it waits to be greeted
by the unforgiving rays of the sun
i know
the season i love will come back
as it always do
but for you,
i don't think you'll ever
come see
and love me again
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
i guess when i look back at the times
where the rain poured down,
your face is the one i'd remember
because you were like it, differently
you came to me like rain and drizzle
who walked into my life
your smell lingered like petricor; and
your voice roared like the thunder
just like the season i always wait for
and now the season has changed
where the ground started to dry itself
as it waits to be greeted
by the unforgiving rays of the sun
i know
the season i love will come back
as it always do
but for you,
i don't think you'll ever
come see
and love me again