Raindrops On My Vans
Looking down at my light gray vans, sprinkled with dark gray droplets,
I feel the raindrops fall against my skin,
The chill going through my warm body,
The coldness swallowing my warmth.
I watch the raindrops hit the pavement,
Falling fast, shattering on the ground, splashing back upwards,
Repeating its self millions of times.
A beautiful sight, detracting me from the uncomfortably cold body.
Waiting for the bus to pick me up,
Thinking of how it's like waiting to have the energy and feeling sucked out of you.
Listening to the other neighborhood girls obnoxiously talking loud, complaining about small things Around us, and making idiotic immature remarks about useless things that happened the day before to Ignorant people,
Feeling hopeless for all the little bitches around me.
Looking at my vans again, seeing them soaked, now completely dark gray,
Knowing it'll take all day to for them to dry,
Knowing it'll take all day for something nice to happen,
All day to talk to someone who can ignore society's idiocy and cherish whats sweet.
Standing in the cold,
Taking in the beautiful sight given to me by nature,
Wanting things like this,
Moments like this,
To be the back splash of my life.
Wanting for people like them to learn,
Knowing that they never will change,
Knowing that they will come and go like the raindrops on my vans.
I feel the raindrops fall against my skin,
The chill going through my warm body,
The coldness swallowing my warmth.
I watch the raindrops hit the pavement,
Falling fast, shattering on the ground, splashing back upwards,
Repeating its self millions of times.
A beautiful sight, detracting me from the uncomfortably cold body.
Waiting for the bus to pick me up,
Thinking of how it's like waiting to have the energy and feeling sucked out of you.
Listening to the other neighborhood girls obnoxiously talking loud, complaining about small things Around us, and making idiotic immature remarks about useless things that happened the day before to Ignorant people,
Feeling hopeless for all the little bitches around me.
Looking at my vans again, seeing them soaked, now completely dark gray,
Knowing it'll take all day to for them to dry,
Knowing it'll take all day for something nice to happen,
All day to talk to someone who can ignore society's idiocy and cherish whats sweet.
Standing in the cold,
Taking in the beautiful sight given to me by nature,
Wanting things like this,
Moments like this,
To be the back splash of my life.
Wanting for people like them to learn,
Knowing that they never will change,
Knowing that they will come and go like the raindrops on my vans.
♠ ♠ ♠
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