I seriously do not know why I wrote this. I was just on the way home from school, and this poem barged into my story writing demanding to be written. Happens a lot with most of my poetry actually. Have fun.

Harmless Little Drops

Harmless little drops

Rolling down a cheek.

Off the chin

And to the floor.

Harmless little drops

Filling up a room.

From the ground

And higher up.

Harmless little drops

Rising even higher.

Past the bottom

And then top lip.

Harmless little drops

Flooding a broken heart.

And maybe in its death

The constant ache will cease.

And believe me when I say I was happy when I wrote this.

Happy Canada Day!

Rebellion Author.