clouds were too full
said they couldn't hold
anything inside
anymore
and the rain poured
with all the ferocity
the clouds had allowed
it was washing everything away
sand, dirt, filth,
and maybe even the lies
of being alive.
for it's after the rain
that we see the world
washed and clean.
no, i didn't run away
i didn't hold an umbrella
or put on a hood
for you can't possibly
love something
by running away from it.
and that's how our story was;
he was the rain of his past
and i was the girl
who wasn't afraid of the storm.
YOU ARE READING
Delirious
Poetry"he pretended to love the poetess who fell in love with him, broke her heart, and became the centerpiece of all her poems."
