If only I could travel...
So I could face the regrets of the future.
The reminiscing of the present.
And the mistake of the past.
The cozy raindrops falls onto my hand, as the weak sunlight, rays my head. Two things that you could seldomly feel and see happening at the same time.
The rain always comforts me when I'm sad. It's silly to say that the teardrops of mine are cured by the raindrops of yours. I always needed you.
When you feel too soggy, by the water you give, the sunlight is what you cling to. The shiny and positive brightness I carry is what cures your blues away. You needed me.
But, it's very cliche to hug the similarities too much, so the destiny imparts.
The sunlight became weak, that the rain empowers much.
So the belittled sun started not seeing the rain. The high and thick rain, also let its partner to step away.
That's why it's rare to see an afternoon rain.
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Donna & Kim
PoetrySeven life-changing poems, that will bring you to the bad sides of love that only few people could see. A collection of metaphorical and wild imagination... (Will have a Part 2) ✨✨
