Cool quick calm rain
I don't want your sympathy today
With the phone by my side
And my static in my eyes
I dont need no rain today
Every time I fall again
I'll sweep along with the rain
bowing at the wind
Rain stop reminding me of your dull echoeing tune
Stop reminding me people lie all the time
Never meaning what they say
Rain on my ceiling, the only one true sound
everything else is false like a story book
And I am a princess willing herself into a fable
I try so hard yet I always fade
Evaporate into the clouds hovering above my life
Looking in, weary with what I see
The sun has come out to touch the gray
But none touches me
My dull skin of gray
Walking out to look at the sun
Only to see the porch of empty time
Half silvery and slick with rain
Now my heart is empty
Pumping around teh rain
pulsing with gray.
Superb!
The "porch of empty time"---what a brilliant description. The poem is beautiful.
Seryddwr