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Feel the rain on your skin,
no one else can feel it for you
Natasha Bedingfield, Unwritten
It always rained here at night like the sky cried in the dark for the ones wed lost. Id long ago become accustomed to the soft patter of the drops on the roof, and took relief in how it had drowned out and washed away my own tears on those nights when everything became too much.
But other nights, like this one, I let it be my inspiration When I couldnt sleep and I couldnt cry, I sat on my windowsill and let my pencil run across the pages
Sometimes I sketched, drawing the images that filled my mind late at night The faces of my dreams and places I wanted to go. Other nights, it was not pictures that plagued me but words, and my only hope to sleep again was to write them down by the light of the moon and my desk lamp. Tonight I wrote, spilling the details of a dream like water onto the pages
I always knew that, when it came to love, I'd never be the one breaking hearts...
No. I'd be the one left broken... Like it was a crime to care too much. Reina was the strong one, the heartbreaker, the one all the boys wanted... So I let her have them, and kept my own heart locked up tight.
But now, suddenly, I'd found a heart I couldn't help but to care for... Someone more broken than I ever was...
And I never knew that a heart could shatter like this...
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