you smell like the rain,
a combination of
sweet and saltiness,
pleasantly musky
etched to your jacket,
on a cold, wet day.
you feel like the rain,
as our palms held and met,
I can feel your sweat form.
hold them tighter,
my heart feels tighter.
I think I'm the rain,
if not then explain,
why do I precipitate
waterdrops from my eyes,
or listen to my heartbeat
pounding loudly like
cats and dogs,
and my sight is fogged
I'm waiting for the
someone sunnier than I do
where I can form
new love again.
was walking out from the coaches, and it started raining.
could have guessed, as I walked out from the station
I smell nothing but rain
and I'm overwhelmed with immense sadness