"ozing" poems
it rained
when you first told me you loved me
silent teardrops running down a windowsill
gental floods that carry what matters
it rained
as we sat in silence in the car
the day we said goodbye at the airport
and i told you it wasn't the end
it rained
the last day i saw you
with your new lover
and the feeling of blood ozing out my boddy
the feeling of 'unreal'
the feeling of the day it rained
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC