there are holes
in the skies, holes in your eyes,
holes in my words. too many holes
and nothing to fill it with.
it’s raining.
the soil feels cold, i dig my foot inside
and twirl around. i laugh. the world
feels smaller.
i thought
you liked rain. i thought a lot of things
and fell. you stared with the emptiest eyes
and said
‘i’m here for you’.
i laughed.
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I do enjoy indulging in reading your poetry.


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I GOT THIS!
what a sarcastic twist at the end.
ooh, love your imagery by the way. i mean, "i emptiest eyes" <-- who comes up with such stuff. just fascinates me girly. and this just reminded me of the times i was in the rain. its just so fun
keep writing missy!


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"i thought
you liked rain. i thought a lot of things
and fell. you stared with the emptiest eyes
and said
‘i’m here for you’.
i laughed."
this made me want to go outside and run around in the rain.
mud mud mud and lies.
lovely.




