When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -robert frost A collection of heartbreak, trauma, childhood nostalgia, and love written by yours truly. and without further ado.. here are all the things i never said. Started on 12/21/21 highest ranks - #1 on poetry 2/9/22 #1 on poetrycollection 2/12/22 #1 on ramblings 1/14/22 #1 on nostalgia 4/19/22 #1 on sadquotes 4/22/22 #1 on poesia 6/3/22 #2 on thoughts 1/23/22 #3 on poems 2/18/22 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐯

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