with you

[*c_ride*]

my shoes are soaked
the laces hang like wet noodles.

but here i am with you.

the bottom of my jeans
are stained dark with rain.

but here i am with you

my hair is wet.
it drips down in front of my brow now

but here i am with you.

i watched as the leaves floated down the street
i heard the cars slosh past
quickly in the puddles.
i felt the rain down my face:
smooth and cold.

i smelled the cold damp
november air,
and walked the hundred steps to your house,
And it doesnt seem like such a mean feat now,

but here i am with you.

 

[belisimo]

this is sweet

 

[*c_ride*]

thanks

 

[Chaotic Action Man]

i keep reading this over and over. and each time i like it more and more.

 

[*c_ride*]

thanks alot guys...sometimes i get sick of trying to find perfect words, and make things rhyme. its simple on purpose, b/c this is how i think. anything that comes later is "post-production". i was walking to class in the rain, and when i got in and sat down, i thought "what did i just get soaked for? what would be worth it?"
thanks for reading

 

[Innocuous]

you've used some unexpected metaphors.. its very sweet. I liked the 'noodles'.