Raindrops are falling
Into my overpriced latte
That I didn't even want to buy;
But I needed some warmth
And comfort.
My feet are as damp
As my plummeting spirits,
I just can't wait to be
Away from this place,
So alien.
Everything that I do
Is for our beloved future,
Through this mire of misery
I strive still onwards
For you.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2019 12:36
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
welcome to the real world....
Your future will be fine and the light within it will dispel the raindrops.
Thank you Goldfinch
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