I'm hoping for a rain
since yesterday. I want to inhale the scent
of the pouring rain. Or sipping a hot tea,
a hot chocolate
or a coffee.
I want to listen into
a slow melody, or even a sad song.
I just want to crawl in my bed.
I'm craving for that moment,
a moment where my soul can rest their body,
even only for a short while.
Rain could exhale your pain away,
gone to nowhere.
And I'm sitting here, looking up to the sky searching for the moon hoping that rain will
come to visit me tomorrow.
Hoping that it was rain after all,
with a cup of hot chocolate,
my favorite song
and a perfect person.
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The Untolds
PoetryThere are things in life that you wish you could tell people easily, but you find yourself didn't find any single words, combine it into sentences and make it whole as a story, then tell it to people that some of them, will judge you easily before y...
