Wind and Rain
the rain falls on the roof
the wind beats the windows
the typewriter clicks away
as he writes a chapter
i take and old ink pen and a yellowed paper
and i write poem
when we are done
we go to a coffee shop
and have coffee in the pouring rain
we sit in the rain and talk of the time we met
and we laughed as we teased each other
and smiled as we looked at each other
and right there i knew i loved him
since the day we met
he is the only one i remember meeting
he was standing on my right
and our friend was on my left
he teased her...
and i secretly laughed in my head
but since we were new friends
i didn't dare let it out
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I wish this story could have had a happy ending...This sounds terribly depressing...You know, I think it would be a good idea if you would continue this story in a series of poems. That would be amazing! Contact me if you want my help.
Roses bloom, and roses die, but their souls forever lingers to be used in
poetry.
wInTeR rOsE
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no story ever truly has an ending... time goes on indefinately
[your words will always remain]