The rain drops on my skin
To the beat of my heart
The light comes out from within
To create a type of art
So slowly I melt
To the rhythm of the rain
From the things that I've dealt
To get over the pain
It hits me within
Leads me out of the dark
My mind starts to spin
Until I strike a spark
That spark grows and grows
To become a burning flame
But only one knows
That it will be put out by the rain
(e.a.)
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Words of Wisdom.
RandomA collection of thoughts, poems, and short stories about my life, and also random things that I think about a lot.
