And so the rain,
is cold like me.
And i feel
too,
Like i am
slowly tracing my way
down
to land on a ledge
where i may
fall off
or
fade away.
Through the Window at the Rain
Posted bykovasoturiPosted inUncategorizedTags:angst, broken heart, depression, emotions, feelings, hopeless, loss, love lost, poem, poetry, sad, tears, thoughts, writing
Published by kovasoturi
I am a thinker. I am a watcher. I am a believer in being kind. As I have grown older I have better realized the importance of taking the time to see beyond my own feelings and point of view. I am emotional. I am also introverted. Which means it often looks like I don't care, but on the inside I am being ripped apart. Writing helps me share what I am feeling on the inside. View more posts
