Rain pitter-patters down like the stepping of a child's feet
Translucent reflections of things that are now but a memory
A forgotten world where dreams meant something
And hope was never hard to find
Rain pours down and reflects all of my struggles and pain
Light pastel rainbows on sidewalks
A whole different place created for the falling dew drops
Puts the world into perspective
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I don't have much to tell you. I'm Nat, I'm 15, and I'm ridiculously boring
We remember, in order that we might forget. Reminiscence is a tricky one, that old time companion of loneliness, who sneaks up upon you as nostalgia fills the recesses of the heart again.
Standing on the edge The light coming out from behind me And the darkness before me The stars. The normal bright array of them Now forgotten behind the murky haze of the cloud filled sky The moon.
I'm sitting in my bedroom, asking questions, "Hey, have you seen me lately, because you really don't know.
Serenity in my silent sorrow A sweet calmer breeze slowly whispers through Each prick of my spirit so silent you can hardly hear it Delicate delusions of happiness almost as sweet as my serene...
This time of year is the time I like the most. When the days start to get darker. When the mornings are frosty and dark. When the leaves fall. When the rain pours for days on end.
It seems like trouble is brewing, which always makes me frown. When shadows engulf our minds and throw away our crowns. When something happens, it fills everyone with rage.
I couldn't seem to rhyme it, so I did free-verse which I can't quite DO. I walked again into the mist Where time has no meaning And tears no end.
Something's not right. Something's a miss. It's just like. Someone's taking the piss. Can't put my finger on it. But it seems to have lost its shine. Just doesn't feel the same.
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