Under a little bit of a poetic block at the moment i will be updating as soon as i am able to come up with some better poetry. Here is a shortie:
The rain the falls outside my window,
is but a pale contrast.
To this pain that fails to heal,
even though you are coming to me fast...
We have done so much in these few weeks,
that it makes me stop and wonder.
Where have you been all this time?
When I was forced to wander?
This rain that so gently falls to the ground,
is what stays to remind me.
Of the pain you and I are forced to endure,
that you so painfully reminded me...
When we are together,
the pain seems so far away.
Why than are we forced to endure,
the pain when we return to this day?
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