Walked into the pouring rain,
Singing my reasons to cry;
Called out for help, but in vain;
Left alone again, I still don't know why...
Safety in strangers, the insecurity's plight,
Took my time to remove my ready smile;
"Chance" or "naive", my Heart and my Mind fought,
Judged the debate, Mind won in time...
Droplets didn't hit hard anymore,
For my masked shielded;
When it rains, it pours;
Deep within, the tolerant Heart awed...
~Truthfairy
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Black Head
PoetryI write poems when I am upset. Writing them always gave me a state of peace that no human company could suffice. I felt like I could share some. After all, tragedies always make a better impression... #poetry
