the rain is pouring
you're not here
but my heart
will never fear
yours will ever
stop loving mine
when the rain
turns into wine
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waking
Poetry„this month has felt like waking up after a long sleep. a sleep full of nightmares full of waking in tears full of sleeping in with even more running down my face i woke the sun finally began to welcome me in my home im not tired i don't want to...
drunk love
the rain is pouring
you're not here
but my heart
will never fear
yours will ever
stop loving mine
when the rain
turns into wine
