shelter

All the pitter-patter prints different patterns in the back of my mind. I try to be shelter in turbid times.

All the chitter-chatter puts new coats on old characters, at the forefront of your thoughts. I pray we make the most of these rainy days.

You storm in, I storm out. Its almost always windy in our city, scatter-scatter, raining pain again… We try to drip dry under damaged umbrellas.

All the helter skelter, yet you are still, and I am still your shelter

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s