Rain hits the window
A pattern, in beat with my heart
The sky is crying
And so am I
His face flashes
Everytime I blink
Smile scarred on the back of my eyelids
Smiling at her
The thought of him hurts, a knife in my gut
Nothing makes it better
So I sit at the window
Watching the rain
Drip...Drip...Drip
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Thorny Roses
PoetryAn original poetry collection by me, Rosalie Ivory. This is a group of very personal work that I am finally ready to share with you all. I will update as I can, with new poems often. It deals with young romance, relationships, family, and my feeling...
