I a l w a y s
d r e a m e d
I w o u l d
k i s s
H I M
i n t h e
r a i n.
But not like this,
N e v e r like this.
He left me to d r o w n,
Because i loved him.
He left me to d r o w n,
in my own salty tears,
That had become the rain.
While he floated away on a raft,
I had built.
YOU ARE READING
because i loved him
PoetryCompleted ✔ The words c u t like a knife, stabbing her so d e e p l y so cruel But she was already dead.
