Watching The Rain Fall.
Rain burning eyes
Tightening the knot
Curtains are raised
The pain to myself
In my mind she was mine
She was mine in my mind
In hindsight, with afterthought
Though for sure in the future
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem in the guestbook.
Masking tears
Veiling truths
Of my own
Self-tied noose
And the show is
Astounding
It is always
Compounding
She was mine in my mind
In my mind which is blind
She was mine, still is mine
In my mind she was mine
She was mine, she was mine
Until the end of time
It wasn’t so hard
Can get on with my day with
Little regard
It’ll happen again
In which case I’ll grab my note book
And take out my pen
