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[loveinneon]

Raindrops on your nose.
Rounding circles, circles,
And then it goes    to your head.

Complacent tears they shed,
Soaking nearly all
the pillows on our bed.

The irritating feeling of remembering the places we have gone
The roads were long.
And now I'm thinking of those raindrops and the telephones
And the sorrow that was shown.

Comments

[raw_sugar]

you're a damn good poet.

[loveinneon]

Thanks. :)