My little black cloud
Hanging over my head.
A constant reminder
Of the things I did
Maybe its not clear.
But its definitely there.
I know that I caused it.
I know its not fair.
I try to forget about it.
Get it off my mind.
But it always comes back around.
Every single time.
In a way my clouds refreshing,
Though reminding me of bad times.
The storm helped me grow,
And hid my tears when I cried.
Though my little black cloud
Is farther away
I know won't be gone
Longer than a day.
5/4/16 3:43 a.m.
