Mourn.

hard rain falls
with a vengence from above
screaming through the air
carried, scattered by fierce winds.

hitting the ground hard,
and realasing sins
regrettfully committed there
in the name of misunderstood love

under the streetlamp
lit in the foggy din
in a garbage bin
lies forgotten: a note
of two sweethearts in love.
crumpled and town
now just something to mourn.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This is a deep intense write.. You've penned the emotions involved with this really well.. Great write :) x