My eyes are windows and they're leaking...I don't want them to leak..I want to fix the holes...I want them to stay glassy and clear with happiness and joy...and I want to stop the anguish screams into my pillow....I want to stop picking out memories and playing them in my head...and cry over them even though they're happy...I don't want that hollow place in my chest...near my heart and where your head used to nestle to ache...I don't want my throat which you used to softly touch while your lips hugged mine to tighten up and then it becomes harder to swallow...I don't want my breath to quicken because of my aching...it used to quicken at your touch....Rain Drops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat..and that I do too..they fall and break into a million pieces...I am A Raindrop...two eyes are two buckets of raindrops; deep; fresh; clear despair...Hope..is hugging me...wiping my tears away...and I'm clutching back for a slight reassurance..telling me it'll be fine..telling me..that I'll be fine..But Hope Can Lie.
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Hope
RomanceHey guys!! This is a bunch of short stories put together! It's mostly about romance and hope. It's extremely emotional and sometimes depressing but meh it's alright. It's usually about someone who's fighting with his or her inner self. These stories...
