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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poetic Dreamers


It was raining the day I met you.

You reached out with shaking hands.

Before hello, you told me that I captured your heart.

Only for you to leave with the rain.

I miss you when I’m not supposed too.

It caught me off guard the way you cut me off.

You erased me from your life.

That’s okay; I did the same thing.

There’s not a trace left of you,

In the words, I’ve written.

You left some jagged edges,

and, I’m still cleaning up the damage.

I don’t cross bridges anymore – I burn them.

Because I’d let you come back.

One more time for one last hurt,

I just don’t think; I could survive you twice.

It wasn’t raining the day we met,

I was just foreshadowing a storm.

Speaking to you is pointless,

My words just get lost along the way.

All you hear is the rain.

Submitted: November 19, 2018

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r futrell

Intense.!! I like it.

Tue, November 20th, 2018 12:11am

Bert Broomberg

Nice poem. I liked it.

Tue, November 20th, 2018 11:08am

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