This is my friend's poem but he does not believe me when I say he is a good poet, so if you could help me out and tell me what you think, that would be awesome.
Rain pores from the clouds in the sky,
Like tears falling from my eyes.
Every night I would wish for something more.
Something there, and there for sure.
I got my wish, in the form of a girl,
A beautiful girl, made for me in this world.
But now she lies there, on the cold, hard street.
It seeming to engulf her with the night.
That night i lost my world.
My love.
My light.
