The silent streaks
so lively and colorful,
The night all
dark and wet, yet chattering with activity,
Illegible words,
covered by grumbles and groans,
Covering my
screams and my shouts,
All of my agony
praying to you, a game of noisy yelling,
Begging you to
stay, as you just walked past,
The swish of the
wind silenced your steps,
The tears of the
sky hid your shadow in the distance,
The falling sheets
made you feel all...gone,
The distant
chatter covered your voice,
The soft drops
glistening on my skin masked your touch,
And the trickle
of rain down my cheeks disguised my tears,
The hot river
going down my face flooding with emotions,
And I kept you behind
me, my storm your shield,
Only to be
accessory to the perfect murder.
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