Rain streaks down the window like tears run down her face
They always did say, “Misery loves company”
A hurting heart compares itself to the broken clouds
And the gray sky mends the heart just a little faster
For she knows all things beautiful need rest sometime
And like there are beginnings, there are always ends
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
