If emotions cloud my judgement, then surely they must bring rain.
When the thunder calls I know I will never see you again.
Percentages, of how our love gets by, a meager eighty five
My love for you, always hundreds, has begun to take a dive.
It was all going well before the clouds cleared and I saw your mind,
A simple, measly, seventy was all you had for me inside.
The other parts of you, admittedly, want to be alone
But my hundreds only want to see you come home.
It really is hard, when emotions cloud the way,
To see the truth and remember not to go astray
From those numbers, for they are always reality.
Always, forever more, numbers holding on to sanity.
It seems like if you gave a little more, took a little less,
The hundreds would be even, and there would be no such mess.
We would stand not in puddles, or clouds of doubt,
Simply the two of us, together, forever through the drought.
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Raindrops on the Window
PoesiaRomantic and a bit depressing poetry that I wrote about my... experiences :P Enjoy, comment, vote
