I watched him walk away.
Every second the distance between us grew.
The longing and grief began to grow in my heart as well.
Rain continued to fall, hitting the black graveled street.
The clouds were gray, no sunlight shown through.
Cars drove by but I felt like the only one on this lonely street.
Loretta
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Emotions are a Funny, Complicated Thing.
PoetryLove is a difficult thing to grasp, sure everyone knows that. But what about feelings, emotions, the ironic stuff that goes into love. Pretty complicated if you ask me. •| a love story told in many love stories |• All rights reserved 2016 ©hayleyb...
