There's a picture
on my wall
of you and me
and friends of past.
Trickling, crawling
and falling.
Splat! Meandering
comes the rain.
Taking in the hues
Red, blue, green and all.
Drop by drop
Faces blur,
Places change!
Drenched and soaked
almost tearing
devoid of feeling,
emotions or value,
now useless crap
goes off the wall
into the trash.
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A heart's Tragedy #Wattys2016
PoetryLove is not the only emotion. Heart break is not the only pain. Sadness is not the only reason. A mini poetry book with poems not more than 30 lines. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are at risk of a malwar...
