The grey clouds hover over the ocean, Threatening to burst down any minute, With silent rumbles, Echoing louder with each passing minute.
The rumbles taunt me, The ocean breeze teases, But the sky doesn’t fathom, The plethora of wreckage my heart carries.
I look up, Smirking at the sky, When it starts laughing, Making me look like a joker.
For all that mattered then, Was to melt in the rain, Letting it unwrap the layers of emotions, I’ve been holding on all this while.
Hoping for a plot twist, From the remnants of words, She left for me, With all her poetries.