Is It Poetry
'My Dears' - Poem by Is It Poetry
How was I supposed to know too stop the rain, do you.
Coming, coming, coming like a train, the way you do.
I have waited, waited, waited and wanting up, I do.
I have watched while I have waited, stars once white and
bright now turn blue and left alone, they glow red hot.
The way you did each night I do.
Your ears now, how they burn, in flame do they, not I.
Did theirs turn red and still I wait too long for you, I do.
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