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"Strangers" Do you intend to sit under this heavy rain For so long? I turn my gaze and ask,"who are you?" I am no one, just passing,but it is inhumane To pass and leave a woman without asking What is wrong?what is it that makes you get rained in that way? If you want to answer,i won't give you my hand, I will sit down. If telling my heart can soothe my pain I choose to be alone What can i do or say to a passerby who Chose to sit in the rain to know my tale It is never the end to start again To be pained and hurt is the beginning To new beginning,i believe. But i am not able to tell or spill A word of my past. To be honest,i was coward,i left I was afraid to face not him but myself I was too kind but was it my fault? I gave him my heart,but what was the gain? My pain is the cause of this rain How can i trust myself again? I am afraid. He looks at me and says: I know nothing and i would never be able To truly feel your pain,but if you want Get up and give me both your hands We will get away I can never promise to make up for What has been greatly lost I know a part of your heart has been stabbed But i am all grateful for having the other half Shocked I gave him my hand and wrapped my heart Telling him to calm down.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC
Strangers
"Strangers" Do you intend to sit under this heavy rain For so long? I turn my gaze and ask,"who are you?" I am no one, just passing,but it is inhumane To pass and leave a woman without asking What is wrong?what is it that makes you get rained in that way? If you want to answer,i won't give you my hand, I will sit down. If telling my heart can soothe my pain I choose to be alone What can i do or say to a passerby who Chose to sit in the rain to know my tale It is never the end to start again To be pained and hurt is the beginning To new beginning,i believe. But i am not able to tell or spill A word of my past. To be honest,i was coward,i left I was afraid to face not him but myself I was too kind but was it my fault? I gave him my heart,but what was the gain? My pain is the cause of this rain How can i trust myself again? I am afraid. He looks at me and says: I know nothing and i would never be able To truly feel your pain,but if you want Get up and give me both your hands We will get away I can never promise to make up for What has been greatly lost I know a part of your heart has been stabbed But i am all grateful for having the other half Shocked I gave him my hand and wrapped my heart Telling him to calm down.
Asheiji
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC
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