I love him
It's as simple as that
The red sprinkled
Like rain when it drizzles
But this red,
This rain
It wouldn't stop
It never lightened up
I kept staring out at the sky
It started to pour
Like millions of buckets were spilling blood from the clouds
That's how my love grew
I spent time with him
And the more time passed,
The more love was gained
Only...
It wasn't reciprocated
He didn't love me back
I knew he didn't
He loved his deceased wife
And the unborn child he never got to see
So never could he love
An immature woman like me
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
I love him
It's as simple as that
The red sprinkled
Like rain when it drizzles
But this red,
This rain
It wouldn't stop
It never lightened up
I kept staring out at the sky
It started to pour
Like millions of buckets were spilling blood from the clouds
That's how my love grew
I spent time with him
And the more time passed,
The more love was gained
Only...
It wasn't reciprocated
He didn't love me back
I knew he didn't
He loved his deceased wife
And the unborn child he never got to see
So never could he love
An immature woman like me
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