The rain pours,
Dripping down the window.
Tears form,
Dripping down my cheeks
I sit
On my window seal, looking up
Into the grey sky.
I used to love the rain,
But the again I used to be outgoing and happy.
Now when I think of rain
I think of you.
That day
You left me,
It rained that day.
I used to be happy when I saw puddles in the streets.
I would smile as I ran to get my rain boots.
Now, I see puddles, but I don't smile or get my rain boots.
I just stare
At the reflection of a girl with a broken heart.
You are the reason I have a broken heart.
You are the reason I hate rain.
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Purple poems
Poesi"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
