(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.)
Alone in my own nostalgia
Did it ever rain at all?
The sun beating down
It’s fading from me
As it dries
It fades again
Picking a single blade of grass
This scent I hold forevermore
Lost in translation among the rays
But it’s not him...
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 ...
