The Cold Delight

*Been in my head for quite some time.. thought I would write something down*

Every drop is as cold as night,
but it dont give a delight,
I begged the father for no more time,
he said " Rach- the day is fading "

The first frop hit and it was so light,
I began to make it a common delight,
but now I see it as death fright,
as even I think the drops come to sight

Each different time had a different plot,
and each different I had never forsought,
and now each different though i havent forgot,
for each different time it left more than just a spot

worrying about if I would leave a stain,
I would always have something to make me sustain,
and then it would come down showering like rain,
I would alwayd build myself up with so much pain

Sometimes it would start because I would stop,
Sometmies it was because I felt it was a flip flop,
and other times it was just because I just was not on top,
so addicting, just like a new kind of pop

Controlling my thoughts is not all that easy,
making things stop was sort of teasy,
each day going through it I seem to go crazy,
even though you may not see the pain that i see

so before I make this click to send,
I will look from where it is I begin,
even though some wounds will never mend,
im afraid to say it but this poem has come to an end

-Rachel