Standing here, rain streaming down my face,
What did I do?
Where did it all go?
Nothing left to cry, Nothing left to feel
So where do I go?
Who do I see, what do I do, you tell me.
Cant you see what’s happening to me, you don't understand, Now I’m laying here carelessly on the ground
In the middle of the street tears running down my face.
What is happening to me? Everything seemed so simple
now’s so confusing like I cant think straight
Memories in my head of what we use to be,
Walking home in the rain doesn't seem so bad if you have someone there holding your hand.
A Car comes by
washes my face, the memories fade like the rain going down the drain
Leaving me here with no answers, but only wonder. I look up as the sky flashed angry with thunder. But why cant I feel any anger towards you? Maybe beacause I realized thats all you ever really wanted to do.
And why dont I regret any of it?
Walking Home In The Rain
Again I am bored and Have nothing to do, so might as well write.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
