My heart is like the rain.
It is constantly persuaded by the change in the wind to go somewhere else.
Even though it knows where it truly wants to be.
As it drips and sinks into the earth
knows it must try again.
So when the clouds pull me back up to the Sun I plan on how I can land on your cheek.
Just so I can caress you one last time.
But as I drip off that cloud, suddenly I am changed and I miss again...
~P.S.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
My heart is like the rain.
It is constantly persuaded by the change in the wind to go somewhere else.
Even though it knows where it truly wants to be.
As it drips and sinks into the earth
knows it must try again.
So when the clouds pull me back up to the Sun I plan on how I can land on your cheek.
Just so I can caress you one last time.
But as I drip off that cloud, suddenly I am changed and I miss again...
~P.S.