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rain smile, rain cry
#WritcoPoemPrompt55
Two lovers who promise never to leave each other,
A sequel they might gather, while rain scatters,
But lately, it's been one woe after another
woe feels like its war on everything. woe is me and then woe is we. to never leave each other is a scatter plot of circumstantial freedom. the kind that anxiety sleeps beside but is soon quieted by the fulfillment of each unstuttered word. a sequel is like an encore , and if there was ever something I'd want to watch again OR MORE OF it'd be you.
rain rain , spherical colors arch around the earth like a halo and Everytime it rains you are close! the elements contained in the magnetic pull of the equator line and center couldn't wait to bring our desires the news of the other.
now the rain gathers on its hands and knees. covers its face with the hands of the wind .. calls for it's mom to teach . to help understand.
when two things go together. when they find their gears turning and communicating and eventually dropping art. it's as a kings shining face to me. means life and woe. when they trip on a faulted. when new ways interrupt our perfect space, I try to pick up a napkin to blend in the sharpness, but no. I let it stand out. for when you come back I want you to stumble among the original intersection of separation. I want you to see and study and learn it's purpose for us. because if you tell me it's what you want and exactly what we didn't know we needed ... no matter how much it hurts I will believe you.
even still. separation within the inkquil. dondes tu? it doesn't matter ,i suppose , for your as free as the day we met.
and I still can't wait for the sequel.
I worry though. will I recognize the patterns of us of shine of love of life?;of water of rain and promising colors barely existing to touch but overwhelming to our site? of the newbl color someone sent me.
touch the hem of my anything
always you.
I'll meet you at the end.
-until we remember the beginning
© chorus chrubble
Two lovers who promise never to leave each other,
A sequel they might gather, while rain scatters,
But lately, it's been one woe after another
woe feels like its war on everything. woe is me and then woe is we. to never leave each other is a scatter plot of circumstantial freedom. the kind that anxiety sleeps beside but is soon quieted by the fulfillment of each unstuttered word. a sequel is like an encore , and if there was ever something I'd want to watch again OR MORE OF it'd be you.
rain rain , spherical colors arch around the earth like a halo and Everytime it rains you are close! the elements contained in the magnetic pull of the equator line and center couldn't wait to bring our desires the news of the other.
now the rain gathers on its hands and knees. covers its face with the hands of the wind .. calls for it's mom to teach . to help understand.
when two things go together. when they find their gears turning and communicating and eventually dropping art. it's as a kings shining face to me. means life and woe. when they trip on a faulted. when new ways interrupt our perfect space, I try to pick up a napkin to blend in the sharpness, but no. I let it stand out. for when you come back I want you to stumble among the original intersection of separation. I want you to see and study and learn it's purpose for us. because if you tell me it's what you want and exactly what we didn't know we needed ... no matter how much it hurts I will believe you.
even still. separation within the inkquil. dondes tu? it doesn't matter ,i suppose , for your as free as the day we met.
and I still can't wait for the sequel.
I worry though. will I recognize the patterns of us of shine of love of life?;of water of rain and promising colors barely existing to touch but overwhelming to our site? of the newbl color someone sent me.
touch the hem of my anything
always you.
I'll meet you at the end.
-until we remember the beginning
© chorus chrubble
