Rain streaked windows
Can't you find me
A better place to waste away
The rest of my life?
What's left of my life?
If you can't follow my
Train of thought
Better buy a ticket
And climb right on
Does it matter where we're going?
We'll know it
When we see it.
On a day like this one,
Anywhere could be
Better than here
But I'm still homesick
I miss the tears
On my windowpane
The quiet rain
That washed away
Well, I write poetry, and I like to think I'm good at it. You should read them, Lots of people have said they're beautiful, And I like them well enough. So really. Read this blog.
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