Who gave the rain the right to be so pretty
Who gave her the right to go where she wants
To do what she wants
To hurt who she wants
And to help who she wants.
Who gave her the instruments to much such pretty songs
That play in the best times.
Who gave rain the right to make everything shiny?
To bedazzle everything she touches.
I want to be like the rain
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Poems
PoetryThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
