Warm mug, pitter pats on my roof.
The scenery out my window is fogged by the rain.
My body is drained by the rain.
I sit here, wondering, will the rain go away.
But I dont want it to come another day.
I want it to stay .
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.