Rain,Rain,Rain
Here Comes The Rain.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Thunder Comes Again.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Poor Gets Pain.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Business Turns Vein.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Water Is Main.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Crops Are Gain.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Flooded The Cycle Chain.
Rain,Rain,Rain
Here Comes Again.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges3 days ago in Psyche
Comments (1)
This was very nicely done. Loved your poem!