Updated: Jun 8
Could you feel the rustle while droplets hit my windowpane ,
Curling into my couch with memories in chain.
It's dim here and bliss outside ,
All dance while melodies hide.
To petrichor my feelings are fealty ,
But why I'm made to count on these pearls and their cruelty !
For me they scratch more than they heal
Curtains aside ; always intruding to reveal.
I wish I could latch up when I seethe ,
But it catches a moment for me to breathe.
That fresh sprinkle and soulful chills ,
But tears twinkle as delight kills .
I'm better with sounds harsh ,
Scorching heat and moisture sparse.
Soft and cool are goring ,
Under the open sky ,
They leave me adoring ,
For what has gone ,
They say “ wait , it can be redrawn !
The way it was "
But fade away when approach the heavy jaws !
Again im a fool singing while in cage ,
Wanting to relive the leftover rampage !
And finally when I'm about to break these bars ,
It rains again scraping my scars !