In the Rain
I'm not broken, I'm falling apart.
Words not spoken, where should I start?
Someone interested me, intrigued I became.
I imagined possibilities, I sang in the rain.
A five year time capsule, became my routine.
I played the role still I knew what I had seen.
I seen evil look me in the eye.
That evil was the liar of my life.
I got stuck in believing he would change,
now I am caught crying in this rain.
Copyright © Felisha Coon | Year Posted 2014
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