Never Ending Thoughts(Collection of Poems and random thoughts)

outside , in the rain

Where he came from no one knew
One day just popped up
In the middle of the street
Left wandering alone
And lost
Just a kid
Just a baby
He knew not where to go
So he just stood there
In the rain
Letting himself inhale the outside
One last time
Before he took his last lay
He could still smell the roses
That were left for him from a past lovers
So one small whif
He took of each flower
3 to be exact
Admiring each for what seemed to be an eternity
For where he was going next
There might be no return