Raindrops On Her Parade Poem by Emma Jane Pearson

Raindrops start to fall heavily
Upon her parade
He doesn’t love her,
Like she loves him.
She makes up dreams in her head
To get herself to sleep-
They shortly turn into nightmares...
Her dreams are false,
But with all of the love she always wants.
Her nightmares are true,
Where only she can love and,
Get nothing in return.

He didn’t even give her red roses;
They were just left out of her life-
Like his love:
A flower planted but never to grow
Instead stamped on underneath the soil.

As she swears her suicide promise
She hears words of four: 'I don't love you'
They drift further away from her ears,
And came streaming down her face.

He sent her to her grave that day,
And all she ever wanted was to be loved
As much as she loved that one special person...