She hated her life before he came,
He came neither special nor plain,
He took her into the rain.He showed her laughter, He showed her tears,
He showed her joy, He showed her fears,
He showed her freedom, He showed her care,
He showed her that he would always be there.Oh how she laughed, how she cried,
Oh how she jumped..with laughters and fright.But oh how she wished he was real,
And then she felt it...the pain.She closed the book,
Hating her life all over again.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry