S Sandra M New member Nov 17, 2011 #1 The cold black rain drips slowly, creeping, To the bottom of the cracked window sill. As I sit here with eyes of wounded towards the sight, my hand glides down the glass. Feeling. Chills from the broken cracks, falling to peices
The cold black rain drips slowly, creeping, To the bottom of the cracked window sill. As I sit here with eyes of wounded towards the sight, my hand glides down the glass. Feeling. Chills from the broken cracks, falling to peices
