Rain, rain, go away.
Spare me from pain today.
Spare me from memories,
that will forever be memories.
Spare me from nostalgia,
that brings only hurt.
Spare me.
So please, go away.
Come again, maybe another day.
When I am ready.
When I already moved on.
When I totally let go.
When I can finally dance,
and be one,
with the rhythm of the rain.
When I can finally smile,
as raindrops fall
on my tiny windowpane.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
