I could not see
But I could hear,
It was too dark
Not even the moon could lookout.
The rain poured
Each drop shattered on my head,
Soaking me and chilling me,
Making me feel alone.
I look up through the rain,
Hoping maybe the moon came out
To accompany me.
I would cry but the storm has
Already made me wet enough.
Just when I thought I was forever alone
I heard footsteps
Through the downpour
And then I felt your warm hand in mine.
But I could hear,
It was too dark
Not even the moon could lookout.
The rain poured
Each drop shattered on my head,
Soaking me and chilling me,
Making me feel alone.
I look up through the rain,
Hoping maybe the moon came out
To accompany me.
I would cry but the storm has
Already made me wet enough.
Just when I thought I was forever alone
I heard footsteps
Through the downpour
And then I felt your warm hand in mine.
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ShanRippWriting
Jul 23, 2019
I love the line "Not even the moon could lookout." It's so unique and clever. This whole poem has a touch of bittersweetness to it, and it works really well with the language in it.