Rain, rain
Let the rain
Drain my pain
When I look over the sky
I know I am not the only one to cry
Maybe I am scared to fly
I don't want to fall
Maybe I want to die
I can't bear this life anymore
But then I look into his bright blue eyes
And I can breathe once more
And when my family and friends are all around me
I pray they won't leave me
Please, no more
So after all
Is love the cure I was looking for?
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The Secret Thoughts of a Wandering Soul: Poem collection
Poetry"Quiet people have the loudest minds". Here are some of my thoughts gathered in a collection of poems. Thoughts that I never really talk about, things that not a lot know about me.
