By-Lalfakawmi Lalfakawmi


And so the rain keeps pouring

as you drench yourself

in memories and melancholy.

You sit there wondering how

he might be doing without you;

thinking he'd lay just as lonely as you are.


But deep down you know,

he's under the sheets

with the girl he told you not to worry about.

She's fast asleep in his arms

like you used to.


Take a deep breath my Darling,

this too shall pass.

Time will heal your hollow heart,

while it eats him up alive.

He'll crave for you,

even just your presence.

He will beg for your hugs and your kisses.


Until then,

let the pain drench you

let the pouring rain soothe you.

This too shall pass.



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