slow drops
tapping at my skin
like the pitter patter of rain
on a windowsill
they make my eyes ache
their wet substance encases me
with my emotions pouring out
with them
they are my tears
the bond of sadness
a true friend at times
when a friend is most needed.
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spacey
Poetry"looking up, i see space. space is where i wander" -- most of these poems are based off of my feelings. some off of people. some just random. mostly free verse, haiku, or quatrain. ©Silver the Hedgehog
