Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Rain dripped down the window
like the teardrops of a mourner.
Greeting the panes like an old friend
and whispering goodbyes as they leave.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Tears dripped down her cheek
like rain along panes of glass
recalling dreams that once were memories
she silently cries as she grieves
-Eight
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PoetryA Collection of Poems written by yours truly you can thank me later, but preferably now :] ______ Energy inside,Never growing Trapped inside, sentenced for life lock up the key and close my eyes helpless to find a better peace of mind leave me to...
