teh poetry
When did this begin to flea upon me?
Like an unexpected storm
The rain wont quit.
My young years know nothing of future
What I want, what I need… I don’t know
But somehow I am not happy
Each day drains a bit
Someone told me that if im confused
Then I may not be alive
I smile every once in a while
But when I look at you
I don’t think we are
Ready for each other just yet
Just yet, but already stuck
You see
I am a dreamer
And my dreams only move if you move too
But you are a statue
Stuck to the ground
In one spot and I-
I am but a rain drop,
Running down your stone arm
Until I leave my stained trail
Then disappear.
Like an unexpected storm
The rain wont quit.
My young years know nothing of future
What I want, what I need… I don’t know
But somehow I am not happy
Each day drains a bit
Someone told me that if im confused
Then I may not be alive
I smile every once in a while
But when I look at you
I don’t think we are
Ready for each other just yet
Just yet, but already stuck
You see
I am a dreamer
And my dreams only move if you move too
But you are a statue
Stuck to the ground
In one spot and I-
I am but a rain drop,
Running down your stone arm
Until I leave my stained trail
Then disappear.