She may no longer be yours,
but take comfort
for you can always
smell her in the rain.
The type of rain that softens,
that blurs,
that quells the city.
And you can think to yourself;
‘my soul is drenched in you’
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
She may no longer be yours,
but take comfort
for you can always
smell her in the rain.
The type of rain that softens,
that blurs,
that quells the city.
And you can think to yourself;
‘my soul is drenched in you’