I feel I'm waiting for that first drop of rain
just to fall down
and land on my head...
The words whispered ran to the stars
and the clouds formed
and I am blocked from these words-
from these people.
I'm
stuck.
Under my own skin...
Thrashing to break free.
I feel I'm waiting for that first drop of rain
just to fall down
and land on my head...
and seep into my pores,
swallowed by my veins
running through my marrow...
just to break free
and see through the clouds.
 XxFragmented_RealityxX · Wed Jun 24, 2009 @ 05:47am · 0 Comments |
