POETRY

When it rains
It pours…
Like wet floors
Are caused by open windows
And open doors

Now she's worthy
Now she seems more beautiful than before
Now that…
She doesn't want you anymore

Now you're left in a place
Questioning your own desires
Trying to figure it out…
When you weren't even the one…
Considering or the liar

Unfaithful, he couldn't be
Even after all that has aspire
He still doesn't want her to leave
Holding on…
He feels more than jus pleased
He's finally at ease

I pour out my soul
Into an hour shaped glass
And dedicate a toast
For the time and patience
And for the ones who made it last