it's raining outside,
and the thunder shakes my house,
the lightening brightens the livingroom...
it's raining inside.
the whimpers pierce the house,
and the teardrops litter the floor.
his picture stands on the coffee table in front of me.
it's him hugging me,
looking into my eyes.
it was taken two weeks before.
his presence still haunts my soul,
and no matter where i go,
he is always there...
it's raining on his grave right now...
and i'm so sure it's his way of crying.
he hates to see me sad.
but loving him makes it all the harder.
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Comments
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Aww this is so sad. i really think it is incredible write. I like how you used the rain to personify it and that it is him crying for you. Really effective write. good luck in all your future writes
all the best
love, peace an chicken greace
xxx
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