There is no combination of vowels or consonants that could wrap up and present the sunshine of July, to somehow make it more beautiful than it is.
Like drops of rain
We are falling
With the weight of
What is left unsaid
And it sneaks up on me
Steadily rising
When I am walking
Down Empty Hallways
And it pours in
From all angles
Slowly raising up my body
Squeezing the air out of my chest
Until every breath
Just whispers your name
We are falling
With the weight of
What is left unsaid
And it sneaks up on me
Steadily rising
When I am walking
Down Empty Hallways
And it pours in
From all angles
Slowly raising up my body
Squeezing the air out of my chest
Until every breath
Just whispers your name
posted by The Duke at 12:21 AM
1 Comments:
This is an eerie parallel to my poem above.
Freaky.
I like the inexorability of the rain in this piece.
Mmm. Tasty.
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