drip drop,
drip drop,
the rain hits the roof top.
I run,
I run,
I run to see the sun.
The ground is cold to my feet,
and i should've brought a sweater with me,
tears well up in my eyes,
I don't see any butterflies,
I run for miles and drop to my knees,
how could you leave me?
no more sun the skies are gray,
never going to feel the warmth of a sunray,
do you remember when we were at the beach,
and you'd wrap your warm rays around me?
did you even know dear?
how much I loved you?
why my sunshine would you go away?
Sun hidden by the clouds..and the rains soaks your feet..well written
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Rain hits roof top to hit drop of emotion to run with sun. Butterflies are not seen in lost love rather tear is seen. Amazing and wisely penned poem is shared here...10