the rain is spattering
against the glass
what once was bright
is now a passing thought
and the clouds
dark and grey
billowing in the sky
were once pink and delicate
like a child's mind
YOU ARE READING
Little book of poems
Poetrythoughts that spiral around my head, I must give them some freedom every now and then.
7am
the rain is spattering
against the glass
what once was bright
is now a passing thought
and the clouds
dark and grey
billowing in the sky
were once pink and delicate
like a child's mind
