A Place Only I Know

The pitter-patter of rain plays outside my window

Its sweet melody takes me to a place only I know

Where the blue birds sing,

Where seas are filled with sorrow,

Where there is no such thing as a good morrow.

 

This place I know is where I think

Where I cry, where I drink

I sit here alone inside this place,

Waiting, wondering, wishing strong,

For something better to come along.

 

As the rain drops cease to fall

I come back to where I was, sitting against my wall

And now I realize I just want to let you know,

I think you're most beautiful when you don't even try,

And from everything you've ever told me, I still don't understand why.

Reviews

[Hide From God]

This is Bryan Warchol, Bryce, HI!!!!

On your poem, Very deep and very heartfelt. You can feel your emotion clinging to each one of your sentences. I always like to point out things I find wrong with poems, critiques if you will, to try to help but I have to say, that this is a very good piece very nice flow, very smooth writing. It something everyone can relate to, man or women. You clearly write from your heart and about what you know and I hope you keep it up.

[An Average Girl]

Great poem! I really like it! It's deep and I think poeple can relate to it. Nice job!

[Bryce Simonds]

Haha yes I did mean that, I just saw that after I posted it, and right before I read this review, thank you though!

[CircusNerd]

Where seas are filled sorrow
did you mean filled 'with'?
:) the imagery here is wonderful! love it!