Oct 2019
She always smelt of rain;
Her hair clinging to glistening skin.
Fingers wet and blue from cold,
but never was she shaken by the heavens icy cast.
Her limbs only ever trembled with excitement;
With happiness and mirth
as she twirled from one puddle to the next.
Humming and laughing along side the pitter pattern of rain.
It was only when water fell
her eyes began to shine.
It always washed the shadows off her face;
Leaving her bare and vulnerable to the world's embrace.
And she bathed in it.
Her hair clinging to glistening skin.
Fingers wet and blue from cold,
but never was she shaken by the heavens icy cast.
Her limbs only ever trembled with excitement;
With happiness and mirth
as she twirled from one puddle to the next.
Humming and laughing along side the pitter pattern of rain.
It was only when water fell
her eyes began to shine.
It always washed the shadows off her face;
Leaving her bare and vulnerable to the world's embrace.
And she bathed in it.
I haven't posted anything in a while, not because I stopped writing, but because I don't like social media. It takes a lot of courage for me to post stuff.
But I have been feeling really bad the past few days and I want somebody to remember my words.
But I have been feeling really bad the past few days and I want somebody to remember my words.
