my love for you was made of rain.
a slow dance of showers,
the silence in the vain.
the little words heard for hours.
tell me- what’s to remain?
the starting storms came to an end.
at the brutal last words,
the painful stain of a friend.
Poetry
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This poem is powerful. You were able to get your point across in just a few words. This is a good skill to have. Sometimes just saying a little is able to evoke a lot of thought. I enjoyed the constant rhyming. It works to tie everything together.
thanks so much!