Raindrops falling on my cheeks
my hands are cold
my clothes are wet
can you tell if I have been crying
or is it
raindrops falling on my cheeks
the rain slashes on the branches above my head
tumultuous as the thoughts inside it.
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Basically Poetry
PoetryWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
