Bleak liquid falling from the sky, it is rain, drowning the fields and flooding out the lane. As it hammers down upon my head, I long to be in my safe, dry bed. Waiting for you, when will you come? Listening to the rain beat like a drum. Where are you now? Do you still remember me? Rain pouring down as far as I can see, I begin to cry, as I fall to my knees, my clothes soaking wet, and my head held low, forever alone is how I am to be.
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In My Mind (UPDATED WHENEVER)
PoetryA collection of original poems, by me. None of the art belongs to me. All poem ideas are mine. (Cover made by me)
