All happiness and joy
Grows weary in your heart
Only sadness and despair
Filling in after that
The clouds are dark
And shed little tears
As if knowing
The foreboding presence here
The slowly parted curtain
Of rain is just to acknowledge
The fact that the world
Is not always perfect.
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Cookies And Cream
Short StoryA collection of poems I write. And probably short stories. Yeah. ~ ~ ~ This is my first book ever to be shown to the world....
