Rain.
Pouring down, battering down on me.
I welcome the assault again
It helps me break away from me.
It pelts hard, scrubbing my skin
and washing away all care
I advance out from within
As it soaks my clothes my skin my hair
A swing awaits me in the park
An appointment I’m careful not to miss
A boy awaits me in the dark
Who’s lips I’d like to kiss
The grass is greener the air is cleaner
My soul is fresher inside of me
The song is sweeter the mess is neater
And now I know I’m free.
Kudos!! reminds me of Wordsworth but I don't mean he's of more worth :-)!
ReplyDeleteI wrote this after reading a lot of wordsworth one night actually...its so cool that you noticed that!
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