The dampness of the rain,
Gives off such a wonderful smell.
It brings the girl such bliss,
As she sits in the window,
Watching traffic go by.
It's like her feelings are reflected
In the Ohio weather.
Sometimes happy, but rainy most days,
Bipolar.
She thinks, "drip drip drop,"
As the slow, yet calming rain falls.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
