#WritcoPoemPrompt86
It's been raining for hours,
Admired its misty view from the window,
Could hear the wind and the showers,
While you lay your head on my pillow,
Crap...
A dream...
A facade imitating the likeness of you being real.
The rain became acid,
The feeling of a thousand knives piercing my heart, yet I remain placid.
Why take a chance at love, when the coin landed tails?
Why break your own heart, imagining sweet rain from pain?

Sometimes we're dumb fucks.
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