You were that carefree artist

down that queer, narrow street.

Kind, but a little eccentric.

I never knew; you didn't, too.

Words had just become foreign.

These feelings—our little, unwelcomed rain.

They drizzled, and then poured down;

a little less hard, a little too fast.

But then, I made you bleed.

And now you gave the world

your bloody masterpiece;

inspired by our rain that poured

a little less hard, a little too fast.

Countless little raindrops,

captured in just a single canvas.

******

A/N:

Hello, lovely folks! Thank you so much for the time you spent reading my rhyming thoughts. I am eternally grateful for all the support you threw my way. <3

This poem ends my YOU & I mini-series.

Once again, thank you!

Much love,

Mia