Friday, October 23, 2015

The rain washes over
These cozy little rooftops
Inside of my head
I try to process
Everything

The sound of raindrops in my ears
The soft of a pillow in my arms
Curled under the covers in my bed
And with the ceiling fan off
Finally

Like the rain
Emotions come and go in waves
Yet at some sort of pace
With only the thought of you to keep me
Company

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