gloomy sky,
dull weather,
rain pours down the face of the earth.
6 feet below,
you are watered from up above with roses, songs and all the unexpressed love we have left for you.
it's may, it's may, it's may!
your memory is buried in the month of May;
so every time it rains & the incessant heat calms down,
i will remember you;
some days in sadness, some days in happiness;
some day your absence will be watered down and i will forget what grief feels like.
YOU ARE READING
feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
