the rain pours down from above
like how the salty tears
rolled down my cheeks
then splashed, dropped to the tiled floor
was it out of joy
or because i was sad
since i know that all things end
and nothing lasts up to our final breath
eventually the rain will stop as well
the rainbow will appear
the sunshine will brighten up the world again
then the rain will be missed
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
