The sky is crying
On this overcast day
His face is ashen grey
Mine is slick with his tears
As the floodwaters come down
And roll down my cheeks
Some of them, strangely
Taste of salt
As the sky weeps his own
These tears of mine
Mingle with the rain on my complexion
The sky is crying
On this overcast day
So am I
Our faces are ashen grey
The earth is slick with our tears
As it's always been
Throughout the years
DU LIEST GERADE
Written in the Wondering State
Poesie"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
