in my head, its grey and cloudy
raining every so slightly
enough to obscure the view
my hearts to blame
for bringing me here
and not letting me let go
i feel the mist on my mind
get lost in the cold, wet drops
try to forget lost time
i don't know what to do with this
what it means
so i will just let it be
3 comments:
Lovely piece Queen...being gentle with ourselves with ourselves is such a precious gift. You've captured this quite well.
and repeating ourselves ourselves is a precious glitch!
That is a beautiful poem, captures a sad reflective mood so delicately and so well, like a piece of wordmusic. Wonderful writing,
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