Your love is like lightning;
Coming and going quickly,
Faster than flash you arrive then leave quite hastily.After you've left— storm's the aftermath I've had to deal with;
Soaking my pillow at night— this rain that's not water at all but blood drenched in pain.
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200 Days Of POETRY
Poetry200 Days, 200 different Poems. #33 in Poetry Category July 21, 2017 Back at #33 in Poetry Category On March 27, 2018 "All Glory Belongs to God"