I’m going to stomp my feet into every puddle
Until I can’t distinguish the tears running down my cheeks
From the rain tumbling to the ground
The sky has a way of curing,
Like running your hand under cold water
After you’ve accidentally touched the stove,
Numbing the pain but leaving you with your wound
to remember that everyone makes mistakes
My arms extended from my sides
My heart faces the sun
And my eyes closed,
Accepting nature’s natural way
Of washing away all of my worries
The clouds will finally part and the rain will slow…
I will be left in the middle of the street,
Shivering, but feeling pure bliss
how else are you supposed to learn to
not get near the things
that will leave you with tender skin?
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
I’m going to stomp my feet into every puddle
Until I can’t distinguish the tears running down my cheeks
From the rain tumbling to the ground
The sky has a way of curing,
Like running your hand under cold water
After you’ve accidentally touched the stove,
Numbing the pain but leaving you with your wound
to remember that everyone makes mistakes
My arms extended from my sides
My heart faces the sun
And my eyes closed,
Accepting nature’s natural way
Of washing away all of my worries
The clouds will finally part and the rain will slow…
I will be left in the middle of the street,
Shivering, but feeling pure bliss
how else are you supposed to learn to
not get near the things
that will leave you with tender skin?