And so he did what he promised he wouldn't
He left her and didn't look to see the pain
But she wasn't the only one crying
Outside she could hear the rain
And she realized that sad people love the rain
Because they're no longer crying on their own
With that thought in her head
She sat in the corner on her own
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PoetryPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
