i ache for days when we still talk, and grieve for my tomorrows when i could only watch you from a distance. i am the problem; there is no growth awaiting you beside me. i understand your anger, and i am unforgivable. should the day come when you would approach me, which i have accepted it would not arrive, i will be here in the rain. i will be here in the rain.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
