I lay on my bed
In my house
In silence
And I listen
To the pattering of the rain
Outside my window
And yet seemingly surrounding me.
I wonder if beautiful you
On your bed
In your house
In silence
Are doing the same.
Maybe you're thinking of me?
What you lost in losing me
And what that caused you to lose.
Maybe you miss me.
Maybe you don't.
Either way
We are two hearts
Alone and lost
Surrounded by the rain.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
