Rain.
The water pounds on my face,
but it isn't the first thing to wet my cheeks.
The memory is still burned in my head of the betrayal,
the day you tore my heart out.
You were my rock,
you are my soul,
you were my everything,
and now you're gone.
I feel like curling onto a ball,
and not moving ever again.
The rain stops, and I look up.
A raven-haired boy smiled and helps me stand.
My tears stop, and the rain goes away.
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It's dedicated to you, @YeahBoy, because I see myself as the girl, and you as the raven-haired boy :)
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
