Literature
Pieces of You in the Rain
I find peace in the rain,
As it washes away the worries of the day,
Whispering sweet nothings with delicate lips
Pressed softly against the gentle skin
Of forgotten flower petals.
I can't understand what it's saying,
For its words are not meant for me,
But I know what it means.
For, I feel, that I have whispered the same sweet nothings
Against the gentle skin on your neck
Where my lips fit so perfectly,
In the early morning as we try to slumber,
Although I must admit, I never really sleep.
But as we lie there, fading away,
I am back at the glass,
Staring out the window pane
Remembering how just yesterday
We were so muc
