Why then does the rain fall upon my face?
Do the drops even know how they run down?
My eyes take them in as I stand in place
Wishing that I could be rid of this frown
Does the rain know my grief? Could it at all?
For the rain can not feel like we all can
We can all feel, but rain is in free fall
So is it more free than any of man?
But maybe, I think, that rain is crying
So maybe it feels just like we all do
Raindrops look on a world that is dying
And decide to fall away in the blue
This, I know proves we're both just the same
Falling and wandering, just like the rain
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The Thoughts Of A "Normal" Girl
RandomMy random book of randomness in which I will write random things. Such randomness may include poems, drawings, song lyrics, videos, short stories, and most importantly, the stupidity that lives inside my brain. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
