i can write a whole poem for you, but i can’t start a line or two. like how the rain starts to drop slow, tiny drops turn to deluge so. how it floods these feelings of mine to think you’re gone, o sweet divine. let the sky cry and wash away all the pain of my everyday. and the day turns to night again thoughts of you lie back to its den. o, how blue again is the sky after the dark of rain, but i. - blue with you, charles bayron https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-jBrsIPxC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=












