part two;
as the raindrop rolls down my face,
the perfect curve of a tear,
i glance up again.
it's clearing.
so is my head.
i smile for the first time in a while.
i see a rainbow;
the aftermath of a storm
tied nicely in gift wrap.
birds singing,
trees dancing.
bliss.
the tears appear again,
happy this time,
reflecting what i see in the sky.
maybe this should be my home now.
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-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
