She's sat beside,
The pictures ripped apart,
Burnt and scattered,
Over the floor.
The longing,
In your heart is screaming,
But you're learning,
To ignore.
The rain is streaming,
Down the window pane,
Like teardrops,
Stains that'll never leave.
Its pouring down,
Beating knives against,
Your broken heart.
And you find it hard to breathe.
A moment touching,
Your hand next to mine,
We lay there for hours,
From early dusk to dawn.
The memories consuming,
I'll never let you go.
You're like a never ending,
Story of a raging storm.
Author notes
Yeah...Kind of a mix between Rain/Storm/Memories. Damn thats weird. & What a crap poem, but ah well.
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- Just another rainy day! by CianLOVES.
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Comments
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Rain/storm/memories.
When I first thought about it, it sounded hard to put together. But you did awesome on this.
I loved the first stanza, with the pictures burnt and scattered. It gave me a real clear image.
~SweetAmber~
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Lol this is really cute hun! I really like it lol.
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