the last straw

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the rain is bucketing
filling my soul to the brim
threatening me to explode

it feels like a long haul
but my heart insists to whisper
waiting is my passion

feet are shivering
yet the notion of you coming lifts me

hands are shaking
yet the thought of your warm hands boost me

and on my last leg
I walk away with flood in my eyes
hoping to see you in the blurry of my vision

you won't come

my brain warrants
asserting she's collapsing with mixed signs
my brain swears
this is the last straw

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