The rainstorm is over
But I still find myself cold at your touch
I still have mud on my shoes
From all the places you took me
I still have water in my hair
From all the waves of emotion
That washes over me
As I fought for us
It isn't until the wind dies down
And the rain slows to trickle
That the world is quiet enough
To think
And when I began to think about us
I realized the truth was
That you never truly loved me
The way I loved you
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Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
