Cold rain falls
On a broken heart
Searing pain with each drop
A reminder of love lost
And a memory of the one who left
Broken heart,
Seared by the cold rain
A reminder of what once was
And a memory of what now could be
A hope for what may come
Searing pain,
And a prayer for healing
Broken heart,
Wounded and battered
A scar that will never disappear
A reminder of what once could have been
A sign of the hurt that will always be
A memory of what once was,
And a prayer for a better future
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𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼⁞⁞ Poem
Poesía𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌--𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖞 -𝕺𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 �...
