It was early autumn morning
That it rained
It kept going on and on
Making me think as if the world
Was mourning along with me
Because I felt so alone and lost
You left me for someone else
I realized that in every relationship
There’s someone who loves and
Someone who lets themselves be loved
I loved you and you let me love you
The thoughts of you run wild in my mind
I started to feel bitter towards you
You looked so carefree and happy
With that someone
I loathed the forsaken rain that fell down
Because it was closer to you that I’d ever be
I had loved you for so long
I loved you
Only You.
I really did.
If only you knew.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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