It's raining again,
I don't know where you at right now,
But I guess you're in your friend's house.
You're tired from work,
From your feelings,
You still think that you're a joke to me,
But you're not.
It's cold and the blanket is not enough to warm me,
Are you okay?
Do you feel alone when it rains?
Did my thoughts about you bothered you a lot?
I'm bleeding,
If ever my name crossed in your mind,
Will you please visit me in my house?
YOU ARE READING
Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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