Melancholy moments are weathered upon features,
furrows of my dejection descend from what'd
evaporated now condensed in droplets of sorrow.
Caustic thoughts sting upon reflections merging
before me, drowning within contemplation.
I see more in the rain than others see in a lifetime.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
Melancholy moments are weathered upon features,
furrows of my dejection descend from what'd
evaporated now condensed in droplets of sorrow.
Caustic thoughts sting upon reflections merging
before me, drowning within contemplation.
I see more in the rain than others see in a lifetime.
