Rain
t r i c k l e s
d
o
w
n
the gutters into the
small
p u d d l e
collecting
below,
*drip,
drip,
drip,
plop,
plop,
plop,*
water into the
falls puddle,
splashing onto your
stationary
sneakers.
can’t make yourself
M O V E
[out] of the r i
a n.
because you can’t tell
the
difFerence b e t w e e n
the t
e
a
r
s
from the clouds
and the t
e
a
r
s
from your eyes.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Rain
t r i c k l e s
d
o
w
n
the gutters into the
small
p u d d l e
collecting
below,
*drip,
drip,
drip,
plop,
plop,
plop,*
water into the
falls puddle,
splashing onto your
stationary
sneakers.
can’t make yourself
M O V E
[out] of the r i
a n.
because you can’t tell
the
difFerence b e t w e e n
the t
e
a
r
s
from the clouds
and the t
e
a
r
s
from your eyes.
it ruined the shape of my poem, and i can't seem to change it. Maybe I'll try fixing it again some other time.
