Rolling - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Raining so hard, so hard.
Why won't the pain stop?
It rains in my heart.
It rains on my window pane.
I usually love the rain,
With it's freshness on the grass.
But right now,
My heart feels like shattered glass.
We made this world a better place,
When our friendship was sunny.
Our egos though destroyed it.
We paid the price for it.
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