And as you said you were leaving,
The rain began to come down on us,
It was like something from a movie,
And truth be told,
Had I of been on the outside,
I would have found it beautifully poetic,
But I wasn't on the outside,
And it wasn't beautifully poetic,
It was heart breaking,
But it brought me hope,
Reminded me that there's a god
Up there,
Feeling every ounce of pain I felt,
Doing everything in his power
To make it right again.
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
