The rains falling,
She's crying,
Hoping to come home.
Only a home isn't a thing,
Maybe to you, maybe to me,
But a home is just a feeling.
She's crying because she's free
She's crying because she's me.
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This was the first poem I wrote, so I hope you enjoyed.
Also the pic has nothing to do with it I just thought it would go good with it😊
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