Out of My System

March 27, 2012 / No Comments

Out of My System

Kat Liwanag

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

Swish

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.

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.. 🙂