I never knew poetry,
Could mean this much to me.
It's the net below my tightrope.
It's the light in the dark; my hope.
It's the beat my heart makes.
Every word I will never say.
It's the only thing that keeps me afloat;
The only thing I will ever know.
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...
