Raindrop's talk

Hearing the raindrops

Creates realizations

How deep your ocean of tears went

Through your foggy life’s mops

“I do not want to hear you,”

Because I may become slop

Hiding the feelings

Nostalgy of past

Lover’s between you

And connecting the dots

Of imaginative freedom

You can do it alone

Through endless confusion

In the space of rephrasing

To be dead and begone

Since you still are younger

Then most of the young

Because you’re alive

Inside to the bottom

Of your beautiful prize

To be one more year

On this world alive

Through many zombies

That sold their points of pride

Top, top, top into seeing

The raindrops talk.

Originally posted at Medium and Simily