The day it rained

I looked up your number

Oh yes, I remember now

it was a dark day last summer

when the sun refused to shine

and our love dined on

heartache and wine.

The rain it fell

it seemed for an age

mirroring our fears,

while our eyes fell

upon an empty gaze.

Tied up in knots,

our words became

entangled like

barbed wire

in no man's land.

We dried up and

went our separate ways

It was the end of those days.

rain

◄ My mind is my prison, but I hold the key

The Rat ►

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 15th Oct 2018 14:21

Thank you all - Jane, Anya, Taylor, Don, Big Sal.

Big Sal

Mon 15th Oct 2018 13:39

I see improvement with every piece you churn out Jon. Well done on another one. Keep writing.๐Ÿ’ช

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Don Matthews

Fri 12th Oct 2018 23:42

You have a good way with words Jon. Well done ๐Ÿ˜Ž

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 12th Oct 2018 22:45

I concur it is a poem to which many can relate including myself. Excellent poem Jon..๐Ÿ’•

Anya

Fri 12th Oct 2018 21:23

Beautiful and profound, we can all relate ๐Ÿ˜˜

<Deleted User> (19836)

Fri 12th Oct 2018 20:30

I believe you have written something with which many can relate. We've all had those days! ๐Ÿ˜ŠWell Done Jon!

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