Why is it that the rain falls?
Is it that the wind broke the heart of the clouds
Could it be that she was consumed by his love, too harshly?
Maybe. Maybe not.
She breaks after her long fight and allows herself to fall.
She stops, all her feelings gone,
she's numb as she hits softly against my window.
I hear it all, her soft screams as she lands
and I feel it all, the anger, the pain.
Tell me,
Why does the rain fall?
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The Ways in Which We Think
PoetryA collection of poems, thoughts and outburst that I have written in hopes to reassure those who are unsure about living, each piece is about a certain aspect of my life and as a person who struggles with both emotional and mental health issues I wan...
