Sunday, October 16

The Wet Prophecy

The rain just keeps falling,
Will it ever stop?
The freezing cabin rolls on,
My mind recollecting what went on.

A couple of soft toys I bought for her,
A few sweet comments about her beauty,
Priceless was her glowing smile,
So I held her hand, smelt her hair.

It feels so good just to hold her,
Just like before the storm.
Now she is no longer mine,
But somehow I just want her back.

Will she be worth it?
Will she love truly?
Will I be hurt again?
Only time will tell, when the sun rises.

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