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Jun 2020
Rain gently knocks on my window
The door is shut
Silence finds a way to sneak in

Blankets warm my body
Mind overflowing with thoughts racing at 100 miles per hour
Rain
Rain
Rain again

My pencils breath timed perfectly to the trains persistent horn
Chest caving in and filling it’s lungs

I believe I long for love
Pulled back as I try and run
Eyes peeking through my soul
I try to run
Ease on by
It won’t last forever

I believe I won’t find love anymore
My thoughts aggravating
Irrational beliefs

I believe I will find love
Through the painful connections

One day I hope for love
Hopefully I’ll get my wish
Written by
din le lo
118
   Fawn and Carl Miller
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