Pouring Rain
I dipped my toes into the cold water
it was pleasant
it reminded me of my heart
I thought it did, I thought it did
but it didn't
it wasn't really my heart
My heart was gold
heavy and loud and
ugly
It really reminded me of my thoughts
cold, dark, horrible, unwanted
craving a morose nature
I splashed in that puddle
then I splashed in more, and
more until I had splashed in every single one
Then all the fun was gone
There were no more puddles to splash and play in
Just me and the pouring rain
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