Sometimes when the rain comes
I ask myself
Was i wrong to love you?
Is this waning self-confidence
worth your little display of affection
Is knowing that you are mine
only sometimes
worth hurting myself all the time?
I’m almost close to the answer
it lingers in a thought between the
past and the future
but then the rain stops.
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Penned well
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Thank you ❤️
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Felt this…because I feel this
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Thank you ✨
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Loved this!
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Thank you Sehrish. How have you been?
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Good, doing just fine! What about you?
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I’m great. Just settling in my new job. Other than all good.
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That’s great!
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Really well written. Rain always has a strong aspect in poetry. I have seen many people who write poetry make many beautiful creations with the theme of rain and life. Yours is just like that. Beautiful. Keep it up!
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Thank you Anjali. This means a lot ❤️
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You’re welcome Rahul! And keep up the good work!
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Will do!
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oh well..rain is a reminder for lots of things and it makes our heart profound. Lovely poem.
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True. It’s a recurring motif in my writing and you’ve made me aware of that!
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Well my name is a constant reminder for me .. haha
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Haha true
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