The rain falling from the eaves
Like tears of joy and sadness
Overflowing the man made gutters
Choosing instead their own path
Emotion that cannot be controlled
Nor can it be stopped
Something beautiful in the chaos
Powerful bursts of energy
It’s only purpose an endless cycle
Never ending
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by falsepromisenouveau
Art, Poetry, and dreams of things to come. False Promises is something we all do whether we make them to pacify a young child or an anal associate. The worst are the ones we make to ourselves and label bucket or wish list.
With that said I hope to write stories populated by my memories, and the regrets that I would change. If only done in fiction or a dream, I tried.
View all posts by falsepromisenouveau
False Promises Nouveau 