Idk if this title is ok. Man, my poems are short. And it's each one part now. Oh well. I wish they were longer...
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Rain.
The quiet patters of the rhythmic raindrops falling one after another.
Everyone knows this sound.
Tears.
Slipping gracefully down and disguising themselves into the rainfall.
Falling drop by drop. A small pattern soon to be forgotten.
But quickly remembered when the time comes again.
I remember this pattern.
I remember it every year when she goes away.
I remember it every moment when she’s gone.
I remember it every day as I continue to live.
I remember it every time I think of her.
I remember it every moment someone mentions her.
I remember it when she comes back.
But then I forget the pattern.
Because I’m just glad she’s finally back.
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wahahahahha whoops! i already published this? OH well...
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Poems of Pain
PoetryWhen I feel like crap, when I feel extremely happy, when I feel pissed off- I write a poem. I pour my emotions into my poems and this is a collection of some of them. Oh yeah, and my friend's poems too. Maybe y'all can relate to a few?
