When it rains,
It pours,
And on this side of town,
It touches everything.
It comes down,
So meaninglessly.
When it rains,
Let's just pretend,
You don't want to see the summer again.
Let's ignore that fact that,
You dug out your grave,
At the bottom of the blackest hole.
Let's pretend that's reason,
That you don't want to see the sun anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
