Then Comes the RainA Poem by November GoldLike a weed u grow in the garden of my life, Taking away nutrients and sucking me dry.
I woke up this morning You on my mind, How easily you come to me Too easy to find. I don’t want you here In my sacred space, I want to push you out Forget your face. But you linger like a scent on the breeze, You tickle my imagination Haunt my heart with graceless ease.
A friend you are not, a lover you can’t be, I need to let you go now so The wings of my spirit can be free.
Then the rain comes like a gift from above, Washing away the hurt Replacing it with the hope of love.
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Added on June 1, 2011Last Updated on June 1, 2011 AuthorNovember GoldGreen Bay, WIAboutI hate answering this question. It requires me to tell you who I am...the problem is that I am still learning about who I am everyday, and sometimes what I might tell you today, could change by this t.. more..Writing
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