Just as time ticks by I hear you say bye.
Once again.
In the rain.
Ill feel the fear that you'll never come again.
But knowing you,
Once you've thought it through,
You'll see I do,
Love all of you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Poesíathis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
