Walking down the street
Soaked in the rain
I looked up at the scowling sky
And I asked why.
Why did it have to be this way
I searched for a golden ray
He left, he did not stay
I asked why
I gave him glimpses of my soul
Where exists now a deep chasm
I knew not to draw the line
And now I am doing the time
He left me for someone better
He’d said so in the letter
Who is she
Who stole the keeper of my heart
And I looked up at the rain
Held out my carelessly returned heart
To cleanse the tears, the rents and the pain
I asked why
And I was answered
Was it the downpour
That roused me from my stupor
Or was it my mind
That broke the shackles his being did bind
He deserted me
Now I can clearly see
There are no tears to blur my sight
I now knew why
He did doubt
That’s why he walked out
I cannot trust someone
Who turns his back and runs.
I held up the meaningless piece of paper
Held it up for the rain
Till it liberated me of each and every grain
Of useless words and meaningless pain
I knew why
He didn’t know what he lost
And I won’t spend no time nor thought
On the insignificant piece of paper/rot
Because I knew why
For even though the rain
Had drenched and chilled me from the outside
I was warm and content inside
I was worthy of much better
He can go party with his stupid letter
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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6 comments:
this is so good....so real...it has immense depth....great!!
AMAZING andy!!! totally luvd it! :)
waise was dis 100% fiction and/or imagination, or...??? :P
dis is beautiful
im impressed
ur poemz perfectly captured wt real pain feels like..
anandita, im heading your way in the next class!
:P
i think this reflects a lot of ur personality,the bits n pieces that i've come to know of u in this short while...to me,this poem,specially how it ends,is u!...i loved it...n i also hope that it was fictional...the 'why?' phase in life is definitely not fun!! ;p
ohmigawd...this is so cute and sad at the same time!
i love the last line "he can go party with his stupid letter"....amazing!
LOVED it.. :) the fav being the last line.. i thought twas the perfect ending to the poem..
MAN u can write!!
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