(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me at the time.)
Walking out to a breeze unfelt before
I fall to my knees
Others walking past without a second glance
As I smell the memory of a first dance
Sadness overcomes me
Do they not see?
Alone in my own nostalgia
Did it ever rain at...
His heart dug beneath the earth.
Weighed by shackles of bare bones and undertones
Every step hurried
It’s beautiful unkept depth
Until his path had crossed another’s
Her heart dug beneath the earth
Weighed by shackles of scarlet cries and unmarked eyes
Every step hurried
It’s beautiful unkept depth
Until her path had crossed another’s
Their eyes glared at the glimmer key named
“Hope”
To ...
