Clouds give way to rain
Falling bout bleeding hearts
In the gardens, fallen—slain,
Petals pulled apart.
Rain yields to dim sunlight
But lingers in the eaves
Slipping, sliding, moods abright
Tho the drops will never leave.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you love someone, little pieces of them become ingrained within your being, and when they leave, those bits remain; some you don't want to let go. The rain is always there, in some form or another—be it dew, clouds, humidity—whatever state, the rain never leaves. When you love someone, you never truly stop.
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Comments1
The sun always leads to pain,
Lifted from the start.
Ocean blue stain,
Love's never smart.
Sun fades to skies greyed light,
Swallowed in a sleeve.
Steadfast in memory bright,
Hearts, never relieved.
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