I love the smell of the rain.
Love feeling the release of pain.
Love feeling creative- love creating.
Can’t explain.
Love breaks my heart,
The world falls apart.
Feeling alone, but not set in stone,
Deserving a fresh start.
I’m immaculate with words,
I’m not standing with the herds.
Standing on my own two feet.
Anything else would be absurd.
I wonder where I’ll be,
I wonder what I’ll see.
In a land of grand disappointment,
I’m playing make believe.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
I love the smell of the rain.
Love feeling the release of pain.
Love feeling creative- love creating.
Can’t explain.
Love breaks my heart,
The world falls apart.
Feeling alone, but not set in stone,
Deserving a fresh start.
I’m immaculate with words,
I’m not standing with the herds.
Standing on my own two feet.
Anything else would be absurd.
I wonder where I’ll be,
I wonder what I’ll see.
In a land of grand disappointment,
I’m playing make believe.
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