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It's Raining Here

It's cold and dark and rainy.

The roads to work were slick.

I should have stayed at home, I guess.

I feel a little sick.

My heart is numb and hanging

Between my breasts and chin.

His heart is closed forever,

Never once let me go in.

The past is finished and over.

I put it behind me.  It's done.

It's raining here this morning.

I cannot find the sun.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just feeling sad about how some people waste the precious hours of life we are given...

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©6 February 2002 - 1:28pm — onelilartist
17 July 2004 - 10:10pm — Sarah Schindler (not verified)
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Heyyy. I REALLY like this one. Very nice. =)
~Sarah

17 July 2004 - 10:11pm — Sarah Schindler (not verified)
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Heyyy. I REALLY like this one. Very nice. =)
~Sarah

8 February 2002 - 11:30pm — Christine M (not verified)
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It's the poems that we wrote in our loneliest hours that will haunt us the most when we are happy becuase of the inherent fear of the hand of fate that may snatch the happiness away at any time.

7 February 2002 - 5:04pm — michael
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I like this for the way you handled it.