XxConfusedTimes2xX Posted January 4, 2012 Posted January 4, 2012 With thick strokes of ink The sky fills with rain Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name No one in the city moves under the Quick sightless rain The pages of my notebook soak, Then curl, I've written " opened there mouths for hours To drink the rain." The sky is a bowl of dark water, Rinsing your face. The window trembles, Liquid glass could shatter into rain. I'm a dark bowl waiting to be filled. If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain. I hurry home as if there was someone waiting For me. The night collapses into your skin, I am the rain.
Guest Dark Light * Posted January 4, 2012 Posted January 4, 2012 hey, that's very good MaKayla! good job *pats you on the back*
XxConfusedTimes2xX Posted January 4, 2012 Author Posted January 4, 2012 Ikr I'm a beast when it comes to poetry eh? Lmao not I suck. Ha. But thanks Keith.
Guest Dark Light * Posted January 4, 2012 Posted January 4, 2012 i don't think you suck at poetry. I anyone sucks it's me...................... i'm hopeless when it comes to poetry
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