Rainy Dayz
When the rain comes
So do my thoughts
Pouring down in drops
Like they were directly heaven sent
My poetry flows the way it was meant to be
Line for line
Verse for verse
Page for Page
My words know no skin color
No age
Just a voice
My words don't discriminate
or procrastinate
It leaves you with a choice
When the rain comes
My thoughts fester and bubble
Arising from underneath Junk and Rubble
Put there by weekly T.V.
and magazines
As the raindrops hit the ground
My thoughts fall down
And become stuck somewhere in between
Existence
And non-existence
Waiting for me
To make my thoughts
A reality
-Ms. Lyric-
Copyright © Laqunda Goods | Year Posted 2006
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