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I have run out of passionate words to write,
The fire that once burned in my heart has been reduced to the damp bits of ash.
I don't care about the moon and stars,
And music doesn't seem the same.
I cringe at the beautiful,
And I can barely remember the person behind my name.
 Feb 2016 Kaitlyn
Crysta Gingras
The rain had stopped
Hours ago,
Class had been cropped
Only miles to go,
The cars drive by
Splashing and dragging water,
Not another sound to be heard
Just the swirling patter,
As the water is thrown off the wheels
And onto the pavement,
It’s a sound that appeals
To a certain extent,
Vehicles drive by fast
Their sounds soon swallowed by the damp air,
As my mind is recast
And I pull back my hair,
A new rain starts falling
Giving new thoughts that draw in
I wonder if this rain
Had been with you,
Barely a week ago
When you thought I should know
That the rain was falling down
Outside where your are,
I reach my car
I seem stuck in place,
You are so far,
I wish to hold you in my embrace
The weather is perfect for that
I think to myself
I wonder where you’re at
As I’m wishing to see your face
I shake my head and get into the car
One last glance
At the rain water dance
We’ll get our chance
Until then we romance.
To my angel

— The End —