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Heavy rain, cracked windows, and a forgotten song.

Use these descriptors as inspiration for a poem.

I’m for REAL This Time

Heavy rain crashed on my windows as she sent a sticker

After that moment by whole world felt like a cracked window

She knew i didn’t like it

She knew it was my biggest enemy yet she proceeded to send it to me

She sent it to me more and more until i couldn’t take it anymore

I remembered a forgotten song as i was yelling at her to stop

All of a sudden it started playing


I think that maybe I was right

Back when I knew to draw the line

Already gave what I could offer

Maybe we'll work another time

I guess the thought of it's enough

No going back or switching up

I really wish that I could do that

Walking away from you is tough

I know we've run it dry

I've heard that happens sometimes

I shouldn't be surprised, should I?

I've packed my bags in the middle of the night

A thousand times, I got up to say goodbye

I could be wrong, but I think that I'm for real this time

I've taken down all the pictures in my room

I've hidden things that reminded me of you

I know I've lied, but I think that I'm for real this time

Couldn't you tell when I was off?

You never asked me what it was

I kinda hoped you feel the same way

So that I'm not the only one

Who thinks we've run it dry

But still we stayed a long time

I'm sorry if I make you cry tonight

'Cause I've packed my bags in the middle of the night

A thousand times, I got up to say goodbye

I could be wrong, but I think that I'm for real this time

I've taken down all the pictures in my room

I've hidden things that reminded me of you

I know I've lied, but I think that I'm for real this time

I know that I've lied

But we're running dry

No, I won't come back this time

I know that I've lied

But we're running dry

Think that I'm for real this time

I've packed my bags in the middle of the night

A thousand times, I got up to say goodbye

I could be wrong, but I think that I'm for real this time


I know i’m for real this time

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