Feeling Poetic. . .

I can feel it in my teeth

As well as my heart

There's a storm coming

Destined to tear us apart

And as the rain falls

Washing the tomato off my car

I watch you walk away

I read your text 'goodbye'

Hoping that one of you will come back

So that maybe

Just maybe

I won't have to do this alone

The irony of rain is that it cleanses the earth

But it's also so depressing

Maybe it's because the earth feels the pain of being cleansed

Because it hurts to have everything washed away