Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
Damn. I thought it might rain.
“Will I find happiness?” She ponders.
At the edge was the answer.
His revenge was in the rain….
His revenge was in the rain
I walk beyond rain stopping tears.
Cold, wet, bleak, gray but hope
I am certain that I struggle.
50 different shapes of water drops
The rain helps hide my tears…
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Damn. I thought it might rain.
“Will I find happiness?” She ponders.
At the edge was the answer.
His revenge was in the rain….
His revenge was in the rain
I walk beyond rain stopping tears.
Cold, wet, bleak, gray but hope
I am certain that I struggle.
50 different shapes of water drops
The rain helps hide my tears…