The patter of raindrops.
Like my falling tears.
The soft drip drip drip
As it falls on my umbrella
It mixes with my salty tears as I put down the umbrella
Soft grass surround my sneakers
Just like the harsh trees seem to surround and protect me.
Little do the trees know, that some things can't be fixed and protected.
But here I am safe
Safe from the harsh words that follow me in the hall,
Safe from the comments that my siblings sneer to me
In my safe place.
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Poems
PoetryPoems i have wrote over the years. Includes Nature and others Some Poems my be dark Others might not. I feel that my first poem my be driving people off but please note that i write using my feelings. Please don't "Judge a book by its cover" Or in t...
