It's raining,
How beautiful.
Everything is blurred and muffed.
My senses are non existent.
The leather of my seat is warm.
A fire burns behind me.
I don't know who lit the fireplace,
But I seem to like the comfort.
Through the crystal in-front of me,
I see colours.
Quiet whispers are heard,
What is being spoken?
The heat on my back is welcoming but painful.
Sometimes too much but also additive.
I fall back into my chair,
Exhausted.
The flames hug me,
How relaxing.
I sit up,
The rain is still pouring,
But I can hear a bit clearer,
And warmth stings my back,
A colour behind the glass came up to me,
And through the screen,
It said "You always look happy to me".
The fire crackles and grows.
Maybe the raindrops on my window morphs my face?
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Time And Thoughts
PoetryThis a book is where I freely express and convey emotions and my thoughts about topics. It's a place where I spend my TIME putting my THOUGHTS into words in hopes of helping someone. I've written these poems in such a way, so that my viewers can der...
