I like the rain,
it's as though the world is weeping for him too.
And as I am selfish,
I wish for the universe to miss him -
I wish for a storm of tears,
and a thunder of cries to bring him back.
I wish for everybody to know him
and love him,
so they can miss him as much as I do -
yet I wish that only I knew him,
because he was so special
and no one could miss him
as well as I do.
And I know that the universe does not know him,
nor miss him,
neither all the people in the world.
And although the world is not weeping for him
and the rain doesn't mimic our sadness,
we are still grieving.
And I forgive the universe.
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Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
