I lie in bed, listening to the rain
Wondering about him
if he's still there
The most beautiful man I've laid eyes on
His smile, his brown eyes
His knack for trouble
Tossing and Turning
The trouble of sleep
How could he be so okay?
has he had trouble finding someone else?
Is it troublesome finding the one?
Now it's the day after
I open my umbrella
breathing in the dew
I can't be okay, seeing him tossing and turning
yes, i'm still obsessed with rain. It stopped, now I'm REALLY sad. This was meant to be calming. Here for you people who don't get sleep. -***Moony***