"I hate it when you leave.
Everything around me stars to fall in a hole so deep.
My tears well up inside of me,
Like a vast, beautiful ocean, your face is all I see.
You wave at me from a distance where I can't touch you,
I come back home and desperately listen to the blues."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
