To the sadness
we thought was anger,
to the longing
we thought was denial,
to the tears
we thought were raindrops.
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Hey You, Stranger!
PoesiaSometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
this is for you
To the sadness
we thought was anger,
to the longing
we thought was denial,
to the tears
we thought were raindrops.
