Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
Rain.

Please, cease.
Just cease.
Cease beating the roof.
Cease falling off the leaves, or the tree barks.
Cease kissing the pavement
or the people's skin.

Cease hoping
for hope sits on the first row to disappointment.

So please,
please, cease.

Just... cease.
Lacus Crystalthorn
Written by
Lacus Crystalthorn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems