The rain came down, cleansed this world, washed away our sorrows, but, there’s, still, just that, final, LAST bit of it, that the rain couldn’t take away.
not my photograph…
Washed away our sorrows, we’d longed, to rid ourselves of this shared loss, this feeling of sorrow that bound us, we’d longed, to be free, from it, as well as, each other too. Washed away our sorrows, but, the sorrows would come back from time to time, serving as a reminder, of what we’d both weathered through when we were, younger…
Washed away our sorrows, it will, all be gone, if we only, let it be gone, but, there’s something, that’s making us, hang on, to this strong sense of sorrows, from the betrayals that fate imposed upon us two, that we just, weren’t, letting go, and neither of us knew why! Washed away our sorrows, wouldn’t it be nice, if everything can be, washed away, and out, by this downpour that’s currently happening outside of the window right now? But, I know, that there would always be something (I really can’t tell what yet!!!) that remained with me, no matter how hard it’d, rained on.
Life, the Obstacle Course 