Rain On My Hoodie

Grey clouds

same bus stop

hood up

but my thoughts won’t drop

Wet shoes

puddles on the sidewalk glare

Checking my reflection like

“you still there?”

Missed calls

mom said I’m hard to reach

Bills stack higher than the corner bleach

Old heads talking like “son, that’s life”

But they never see my notes

only see my knife inside

Rain on my hoodie

drip, drip on my plans

Sky keep talking

I just stare at my hands

If it all falls down

I’ll stand in the storm

Let it wash my pain

’til my heart feels warm

Rain on my hoodie

I walk anyway

Let it pour on the past

till it runs away

Cheap cup

steam on a fogged-up glass

Writing in the margins

future in a crooked class

Friends ghosted

left me on “seen” mid-hell

Guess they only like the story

when you doing well

But I’m still here

soaking on these backstreet dreams

Shoelace loose

but I lace up schemes

Every drop on the pavement

sounds like “go”

If the sun won’t show

then I’ll learn to grow in the overflow (yeah)

Rain on my hoodie

drip, drip on my plans

Sky keep talking

I just stare at my hands

If it all falls down

I’ll stand in the storm

Let it wash my pain

’til my heart feels warm

Rain on my hoodie

I walk anyway

Let it pour on the past

till it runs away (runs away)