rain
in your eyes
followed by clouds made of your sighs you a meadow damped by the dew here no hay will be made here no sun will shine
* * *
teeming at the seams
with all that nothing filled inside
waiting to burst out
waiting
to meet
your everything
hoping
to make something
* * *
followed by clouds made of your sighs you a meadow damped by the dew here no hay will be made here no sun will shine
* * *
me
with all that nothing filled inside
waiting to burst out
waiting
to meet
your everything
hoping
to make something
* * *
