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Blood Shed

I sit out my door step,
the rain lightly bouncing of my eyelashes.
I can smell the sent of the sweet grass,
as the gray clouds pass by.
The rain reminds me of life,
you start as a small cloud that grows and grows,
untill you fall, and then you pass on.
Leaving your smell and sensations behind you.
And maybe a rainbow.
But not me, when i pour, i pour like the blood bleeding out of my heart.
Whats rain to me?
Whats rain to you?
The rain is falling down upon the earth,
like my heart when u left.
And when its done it goes into the ground and dies
And when i die bury me deep

Tell me if you think I suck.

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  • queen Greeters member
    June 19

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    Welcome To All Poetry

    Hi thatxonexgirl

    I like the comparisons you make between rain and a broken heart A broken heart is one of the worst pains
    This is a good poem
    Please keep writing, reading and commenting
    Barbara
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