Jan 2014
Sitting in my chair,
Staring out my window,
As drops of rain fall outside.
I see you standing there,
Water pouring, drenching tears.
I want to give you my umbrella,
But I am locked inside.
Staring out my window,
As drops of rain fall outside.
I see you standing there,
Water pouring, drenching tears.
I want to give you my umbrella,
But I am locked inside.
An old poem I wrote back in October of 2013. I have no idea what I did with the meter here, but I did promise myself to upload whatever I wrote, whether I like it or not.
