Dancing In The Rain

Masking

Do you have the time, to see me outside.

As I walk these streets, on every road. 
Soaking drops of loneliness,
They run down my face,
And on my body. 

I'm out when, the sky is grey. 
A little light always gets through,

But it's not enough, to clear the storm. 
And it will soon become a hurricane. 

These thoughts I have, it's echoing. 
In an alley of remembrance. 

I tried to find a shelter, there is no solace. 

As I walk these streets, on every road. 
Soaking drops of loneliness,
They run down my face,
And on my body. 

I laid down to get some rest, but woke up floating away. 

I'm in an ocean now, drowning I say. 

Suffocating on an unending pour,
I wake up outside your door. 

Dancing in the rain, 
outside your door. 

As I walk these streets, on every road. 
Soaking drops of loneliness,
They run down my face,
And on my body. 

It's no coincidence I'm at your door,
No coincidence I'm in this pour. 
I'm broke at the core,
Crying here on the floor.

Soaking drops of loneliness,
They run down my face,
And on my body. 

I yell at the top of my lungs,
Do you like to dance in the rain.

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2021 00:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Interesting read . You really make me feel sorry for the person who is dancing in the rain ..,

    • Masking

      I appriceate the message, and am glad it was interesting!

    • Goldfinch60

      “Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass… It's about learning to dance in the rain.” -Vivian Greene.

      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      'I laid down to get some rest, but woke up floating away.
      I'm in an ocean now, drowning I say.
      Suffocating on an unending pour,
      I wake up outside your door.

      Dancing in the rain,
      outside your door.'
      this is so relatable, reminds me
      of Dickens' portrayal of unrequited, yet devoted love
      in 'a tale of two Cities'
      especially how Sydney paces the streets outside
      Lucie's house, every night;
      its like your words capture that desperate scene
      so well,
      at least for me anyway, lol
      a great read thanks for sharing

      • Masking

        I like your take! Thank you for reading

      • iAli

        Lovely ❣

        • Masking

          Thank you,



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