He came like the rain
Gloomy and dark
But at the same time,
Lulling and astoundingly peaceful
She soaked it all up
Like a dry, barren, desert land
Begging, "more!"
But much like the summer
The winter, fall, and spring,
The rain was just a season
A season to give
The yearning desert a taste
Just a small taste
For the storm that will come
So patiently she will wait
Until the next season of rain
And maybe,
It will be the storm she's been waiting for
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Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
