Pouring rain,
Tears falling down the drain,
Events of this night,
Playing through her head,
Realizing the lies he fed,
And all the pain he built,
Just to hurt her,
At first she wasn't sure,
But her suspicions turned into reality.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
