I love him.
He loves her.
I'm invisible.
And both of you spell out "forever"
I'm a dark mess.
She's a princess.
She's smarter.
I'm a disaster.
Same story.
Same ending.
Same poetry.
Same horrible timing.
I saw him.
He saw me.
But I don't bother.
Because I already read this story.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
