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Iris Rain Poems
The days are forgotten The nights are longer When thoughts are the enemy and memories are no longer welcome
Love Should Not Be
Love shouldn’t be so hard. Love shouldn’t tear a person up inside.
There is something in a smile Sometimes a smile cheers you Sometimes a smile warms you Sometimes a smile says so much, and sometimes it is nothing more than a curve of the mouth.
Happiness Is A Strange Thing
Happiness is a strange thing Sometimes, It is easily within reach at times, surrounded by happy laughters,
The First Day Of Snow
Snow, is a luxury In our tropical world Snow is a fable Never saw, never touched, never smell
Ever, And Always
I love you just like that It wouldn’t ever change I want to remember how we were everything to each other
Your smiles are adorable I adore them Every little pieces I can get
If You Love...
If you love, you love forever Love until you have nothing left to give
You and I We are mirror images
Why Do I Love You?
You ask me why do I care? You said you don’t understand Why when the world is spiraling out of our control I would still trust in you
Today You Are Not Here
Today you are not here I wonder if you can hear The dull soundless pain in my heart
I am in love with you now I love your smiles I love the way you look at me
Realm Of Yesterdays
Softly musing, deeply searching, badly missing The way of our paths Left in some far fetched places
Note To A Lover
There is a kind of love that hurts your very being, your very person, your very core. A love that cannot settles and fades into the sweetness of mundane everyday existence.
Comments about Iris Rain
The days are forgotten
The nights are longer
When thoughts are the enemy
and memories are no longer welcome
There is no reason for the broken heart to continue
beating like everything was just as it should be
Frozen tears, striken heart, weary mind
Left in the lost land, like a single white rose
withering in the wild
So lost, so frigid, so missing you
Frozen tears, cast in the mould of my broken heart
Like the thousand, hundred minutes of thoughts
I used to bestow on you, stuck in a time frame, running, turning
over and over and over ...