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Anticipation
It's coming
It's coming
The bright sun
Is an omen
Of things to come
Things to come
Rain pelting my cheeks
Teardrops and my soul reeks
Of loneliness
Of hopelessness
Of the same old things
Happiness brings the saddest things
It's coming
The bright sun
Is an omen
Of things to come
Things to come
Rain pelting my cheeks
Teardrops and my soul reeks
Of loneliness
Of hopelessness
Of the same old things
Happiness brings the saddest things
Published 12th Jul 2014
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Very true, happiness does seem to usher up some of the worst emotions at times. Enjoyed it quite a lot from rain pelting onwards, touching in a way.
A fair amount of desperation, hopelessness, only complaint might be the repetition, but otherwise, good write.
Be Happy
A fair amount of desperation, hopelessness, only complaint might be the repetition, but otherwise, good write.
Be Happy
12th Jul 2014 2:17am
12th Jul 2014 3:16am
Great little poem, much more touching from "rain pelting" onwards. Quite relatable.
12th Jul 2014 3:37am
