It's raining And it hasn't stopped since yesterday. The cold fights warmth and fogs up my window, and my glasses. My cheeks are damp Because my eyelashes aren't umbrellas. Soggy and soaked, Are my sleeves from wiping away the rain that won't stop falling, It hasn't stopped since yesterday.
Cards The games we play Change as we age. The queen of hearts now wears Her crown a little off to the side More far to the right. Her heart isn’t as big, And not as red. She’s been around the block. And in the end— Love stings and we’re all dead.