tap tap
tap
the sound coming from my window wakes me
followed by the thunder
tapCRASH!
i slowly get up from my bed
and walk to the droplet-covered glass pane
just
to
see
you
throwing rocks at my window
and the storm inside my soul
forms a cloud of anger
above my bushy head of hair
"im sorry" you say
i chuckle dryly
you thought id take you back
after i saw you with her?
just walk back home
it'll be best for both of us
and the thunderstorm
rages on
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RAIN - romance poem collection
Poetryas i look through the rainy window of the taxi i left in i cant help but wonder is this what you wanted? youve been ignoring me for ages now it probably made you smile when i said goodbye it looked so easy for you anyway
