I looked for you
In rainy streets
That met my tears
A mixed concotion
That broke me.
I sat on the curb
Not minding the wet
Hoping it would
Cleanse me of you
I Looked at my hands
That once held yours with
Our very fingers together
Like the rest of us.
I knew not
He watched me
Now
Your friend and
I are
Glad you left.
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
I looked for you
In rainy streets
That met my tears
A mixed concotion
That broke me.
I sat on the curb
Not minding the wet
Hoping it would
Cleanse me of you
I Looked at my hands
That once held yours with
Our very fingers together
Like the rest of us.
I knew not
He watched me
Now
Your friend and
I are
Glad you left.
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