The light penetrates,
And you're finally here,
Eager, oh,
You've no idea.
"Let me guide you, my dear,
It's only you and me, here."
She holds your eyes, shut
And fills your mind, up,
With ideas, dreams,
And the fullest hope.
And then,
She lets go,
And everything you believed in, goes.
Err-ummph
The dealer clears his throat,
He says, "New here?"
He forces you down on the chair,
You never had the time to reply, "Yeah".
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
