Staring outside the window,
Wanting to storm out.
Rain seems so fresh and cold.
So there I rush to it,
It strikes me hard and fast.
The droplets running down my neck,
I feel...I feel it happen.
I'm finally alive.
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PoetryAn unfiltered truth. My 3am thoughts that only come out when no one is there to judge and hear. Enjoy reading my not so very well written poetry, maybe you'll relate though. :) « The sun is setting, But unlike with life, It comes again. Enjoy the...
