I Need.

Raindrops coming down for days it seems,

I'm no longer awake.

Lost in my dreams,

I think of the choices I have had to make.

Hues of blues and grays,

and dreary city streets.

I write every day,

until my words seem to repeat.

But I need the comfort sometimes,

I need the words.

I need the certainty of rhyming lines,

and I need to be heard.

It's a tad bit scattered, and needs a little revision. But it isn't bad for off the top of my head.