Moving Forward

How many years has it been sweet girl

Since you and I danced in the rain?

The summer is long gone and the clouds are here,

and yet, you hide behind the frosted windows

watching the world go up in smoke.

You hate the sun and are crying for it to return,

You want it to burn away the sweet rain

and all that it stood for.

Clipped wings and broken dreams are empty words from the past

just like the black ink staining the blank papers,

and a lost song swallowed by the the dark.



Your precious words weren’t stolen from you little girl,

just like your innocent dreams, you’ve locked them away

and your key is this dark cleansing rain;

So my pet, don’t be scared – come out and play.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. MidoriiJade
    Jun 26, 2012 @ 02:35:39

    Even if you are dying in the Sun; the rain can wash away everything if you let it.
    Isn’t that reason enough to be wary?
    Isn’t that reason enough to be scared?

    I really really like this poem, you know. The first time I read it, yes, it was nice. But, every time since, well.. it just means more and more.. you know?


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