You ever lose something
that hurt you to the bone,
heard the crack of it breaking
and held your breath without letting go?
You ever have this joy you made
break with your heart at the same
time even though you know
that if you could fix it all
you'd save your own soul?
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Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
