Train of ThoughtWater trickles downTrain of Thought by ~anonymoosey
the little grooves in the roof.
It makes a lovely sound like a million waterfalls
lulling me to sleep and
begging me to watch the world play outside.
The rain keeps a steady beat, carelessly
guides the drums of my racing heart
like a call for battle
in a war I’m the only one fighting.
Drip drop, it goes. Ba dum ba dum, I reply.
Drip drop, ba dum ba dum.
I close my eyes and look for your face everywhere I go,
sometimes I find it
but then you’re gone before I can open them again
and I'm forced to remember
All the while, this silly thing threatening to burst open my chest
won't let me forget