Pittering and Pattering

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about love's wait.

Submitted: July 06, 2012

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Pitter patter of the rain goes sour.

A girl in her room, smiles sadly at the hour. 

She patiently waits for the rain to subside.

A lover once gone, to come back to her side.

 

Pitter patter of the rain goes on.

The girl still in her room begins to sing a sad song. 

Her dark little black box, now filled with contempt.

She asks, "will my lover never ascent?"

 

Pitter patter of the rain goes outside.

The lover is running franticaly, clutching his side.

Red paint slowly mixing along with the rain.

The lover, he runs, yet it is all too in vain.

 

Pitter patter of the rain goes at night. 

A heavy gunshot cuts through the dark light.

The lover, he falls, his spoils how they shone.

He then realizes that he will never be home.

 

Pitter patter of the rain goes bitter.

Months have gone, no word from her lover. 

The girl in her room silently sits on her chair,

clutching a rope in her hands for her head of auborn hair.

 

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