Personal Musings

Out of My System

Out of My System
Kat Liwanag
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Cold air against my skin
Lips shows a slight grin
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Rain is my joy.
The scent of dewdrops in the morning
Like a child who likes to play in a puddle
Drip drip drip
I promised forever
I could do this for the rest of my life
If only..
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Are those raindrops?
Or are those tears?
Cold. Chills. Aches.
Right after walking through the rain.
Guess I’ve learned my lesson.
Never again.
Never again.
It would be weird if I posted an explanation of my poem, I wonder if some of my readers would get the “jist” of it.. 🙂

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