Rainy days

Mon, 11/06/2017 - 13:17 -- Ndm

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The day the rain smelled like roses

We met, our first encounter.

We laughed and made jokes

Bad ones but I liked you too much to notice.

We talked for hours and made promises

Always protected, arms wide and accepting.

I was scared and guarded my heart,

Walls as tall as the eyes could see.

Then that devilish smiles brought it all down,

The devil you are, and I love it.

Your cares were gentle and precise

Your kisses kept me in trance.

Trust established and never broken.

The day the rain smelled like a fresh summers day

We fell apart, you had to go.

Go live far away, Can’t I be there too?

No, so off you went.

Anger arose

I was never the same.

The day the rain smelled like a warm soup

You came back, too late.

I moved on, you’re not getting in anymore.

Trust broken and discarded

Love? Disconcerted.

But because I love you

I say goodbye

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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