My favorite part of nature
Has always been the rain
Sounds of wind nurture
Me through every stain
That makes me impure
Inside of my brain.
There’s nothing to ensure
You’ll be here again
So always find a cure
Through a little bit of pain
and I'll always feel pure
in a little bit of rain
the way i held her
just wont be the same
im not sure
this was her aim
and i'll always find a cure
through your bit of pain
and i'll always feel pure
in a little bit of rain
- Author: NEVER_LOSE_HOPE/ rachel... ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2017 16:52
- Comment from author about the poem: DIFFERENT MEANINGS FOR DIFFERENT PEOPLE
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 52
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