watching the raindrops
splatter on my windshield
much like bugs do
when the weather outside
does not match my eyes
watching the windshield wipers
float the rain
off the glass, and on to the road
wishing i had my own
so my rain wouldn't fall
into my lap
watching the tears
and minutes old raindrops
soak into my jeans
and chill my skin to ice
so it matches your heart
watching knuckles turn white
as i grip the steering wheel
fighting the spot in my mind
that nudge
telling me to leave the tarmac
and seek my guardian angel
maybe just like the bright sun
stopped the rain
my angel will stop my tears
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 1:15 PM UTC
watching the raindrops
splatter on my windshield
much like bugs do
when the weather outside
does not match my eyes
watching the windshield wipers
float the rain
off the glass, and on to the road
wishing i had my own
so my rain wouldn't fall
into my lap
watching the tears
and minutes old raindrops
soak into my jeans
and chill my skin to ice
so it matches your heart
watching knuckles turn white
as i grip the steering wheel
fighting the spot in my mind
that nudge
telling me to leave the tarmac
and seek my guardian angel
maybe just like the bright sun
stopped the rain
my angel will stop my tears
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