I've always thought that my most poetic moments come to me when I'm just about to sleep. I usually think ok, nice, I'll write it out tomorrow (I know, lazy me- I bet my muse doesn't feel good about that), but inevitably the next morning, I always forget my profound thoughts.
Last night however, staring at my fan, unable to sleep, I whipped out my phone and decided to write out the four-liner poetic ramble in my head. Here you go.
I let my pain wash over me.
It looks like a picture whose colors are fading.
For only after the rain in the middle of a sunny afternoon
Does the rainbow shine like the only star in the sky.
Last night however, staring at my fan, unable to sleep, I whipped out my phone and decided to write out the four-liner poetic ramble in my head. Here you go.
I let my pain wash over me.
It looks like a picture whose colors are fading.
For only after the rain in the middle of a sunny afternoon
Does the rainbow shine like the only star in the sky.
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