Something Akin to Sorrow:

The sound of rain drowns out the sound of pen
And pencil scratching in my weary head.
Why haven’t you come see me yet today?
Am I only a friend to pass the time
When others have a better place to be?
To me, you mean much more than hours spent.
Let’s run away and leave a world behind!
Or ‘till I die, I’ll sit and write sad words
With tears and sighs just wishing in the rain.


-Dancing Flame