i remember being young,
my life as simple as a song being sung.
a young girl
with life sweet and not yet at its whirl.
i loved rain and still do
when it pours, my feelings show true.
when you came into my life
above me suspended a knife.
yet we could ride a car in the rain
and then with you my heart was in no pain.
that was when i thought
about how there was no rain under the bridge, not a spot.
you were my bridge during the rain
by you my hurt was slain.
but yet you left to some other
another to call you her lover.
my bridge was gone and then came the rain
and for my soaking revival, your absence is to blame.
YOU ARE READING
epitome of love
Poesíayou can have smiles and feel free and feel peaceful. you can feel warmth and happiness and strength. and there is always hope, whether you feel it or not.
