Skip Town While It Rains
Purple kisses,
pink umbrellas,
orange eyeliner,
green rubber boots.
Pitter Patter,
of blue white raindrops.
Falling on vintage shops.
Silver tears of angels,
on his blackened generation.
No golden light,
filtering through,
grey smog.
From the lone streetlight.
Yellow rain slickers,
blending into,
the rainbow clad crowd.
White wedding gown,
lying tattered and brown.
She's skipped town.
I found another poem. Forgot the author, but when I find them I'll write there user name. I thought is was just interesting how they incoperated the last part, but whatever.
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