Rain rain come today.
Come and wash her away.
Wash her kiss from lips because I can still feel how soft it was.
Wash her scent off my chest because I can still smell her at night on the left side where she use to lay her head.
Wash away her voice from my ears because I still hear her echoing through the silence.
Wash away the memories from my minds eye because it hurts every time one randomly pops in my head.
Wash away her love from my body because the weight of it is to much to bare.
Because... She is gone.
But her remnants still linger.
Staining every part of me.
Reminding me of what slipped through my fingers.
So to the rains that pour
Wash me
until she is no more.
Rain... rain... come... today...
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Love's Lessons
PoetryWe all think we know it. What it is. What it is not. How it feels. How to show it. How to receive it. But the truth of the matter is, we do not have the slightest clue about it. How complex it is. How much depth it has. How many faces it wears. This...
