Here's an utterly unrelated poem for you to gnaw on while I get my act together.
Rain stings and soothes
Half driven roughly by wind
Half pattering on roofs, windows
Lightening burns and wonders
Bolts and flashes
Reflections of light, color
Thunder roars and calls
Booming and screaming
Seeking more, lonely
All broken, fragmented
Together yet apart
Searching to be fit together
YOU ARE READING
They Told Me...
PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
