Nicholas Wayde Turner 24
The Rain Coming Down - Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24
I see you standing there in the rain watching it fall.
My back hit the wall and I gently slid down to the ground in tears.
I thought about what I did.
I thought about how I left you there with nothing.
I thought about how I left you there with just a picture of us.
A constant reminder of what we use to have.
A constant reminder of what I let go a long time ago.
I see what I put you threw.
I’m finally getting the pay back I deserve.
I’m sorry for what I did.
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