
Raindrops never lie,
and yet still, I wondered why.
I guess I should’ve known
because love is never owned.
But still, I’d wished upon a star,
and it didn’t seem all that far.
Yet that’s the illusion of a dream;
it often looks like an intact seam.
So I ignored the knock of fate,
and by then, it was much too late.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/rain-puddle-water-mirroring-wet-2563986/
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That is intentional, much too late for what? lol I love it🙂You left room for me the reader to use my imagination!
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Yes, and for myself as well! Lol
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Beautifully written
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Thanks so much!
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a missed opportunity 🙂 Nice writing!
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I’ve no idea where I first got the idea for this poem. I started it early last year and finally finished it today. Somewhere in there it felt like a love story gone wrong and I could see the woman paying the price in the end. Hence the reason I chose the photo of the man coming after her. Maybe she was murdered? But it’s completely up for interpretation because even I have no real idea what I was writing about in the first place! Lol 😂
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what an interesting way to write, most creative!
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Thank you 🙂
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welcome, always fascinated to here how creativity emerges for others 🙂
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