London Rain
Reading that newspaper
oblivious to my luck
Tears fell on my shoulder
As I looked up
running to hide
it found me
As soon as it did—I had no choice to but to permit
This foreseen encounter
That London rain
Took me away
To a place
of no fray
As I almost immediately realized
It was better than I’d goad to have considered
Bluntly speaking
It was better than my sneaking
It was real
It made me reflect
The first time I had chosen to feel
After I knew
My life was premeditated
I decided I would be who I want to
Not who I was supposed
To have been
poem by Lexy Sogl
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