If Words Could Cry
If words could cry
I would let them collect
as the rain
does on a newborn leaf,
let them dangle
in a final caress,
before gliding off
to musty grounds
still ripe
with autumn's decay.
I would let them collect
as the rain
does on a newborn leaf,
let them dangle
in a final caress,
before gliding off
to musty grounds
still ripe
with autumn's decay.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this after a computer science examination. It was interesting, seeing as I wasn't feeling sad at the moment.