I'm the kind of person who chooses to stand in the rain. I stand still and breathe it in. I feel the water coming down, soaking deep inside of me, hoping it will cleanse me.
wow i love this poem. letting the rain in and then rusting because of it, is like letting in the good and letting yourself indulge and then getting torn apart because of it.
wow i love this poem. letting the rain in and then rusting because of it, is like letting in the good and letting yourself indulge and then getting torn apart because of it.
Love the picture.
ReplyDelete"And I feel myself begin to rust." A satisfying last line.
wow i love this poem. letting the rain in and then rusting because of it, is like letting in the good and letting yourself indulge and then getting torn apart because of it.
ReplyDelete"and i feel myself begin to rust"
wow i love this poem. letting the rain in and then rusting because of it, is like letting in the good and letting yourself indulge and then getting torn apart because of it.
ReplyDelete"and i feel myself begin to rust"
seriously, that last line makes the whole thing
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