Sadness is a cloak
Engulfing,
muffling
It is the clouds
Blurring, full to bursting with rain.
It is gray, pale,
Almost as if
There is hope,
A weak light
Through the clouds.
But then
it is gone.
As hope always is.
And the
rain starts to fall.
Like tears
of
sadness.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomI first came up with the idea when reading Bad Boys Don't Smile by phanci (it's amazing and if you like Dan and Phil you should read it). After I recovered from the story, it inspired me to write something of my own. I wrote this in a crowded restau...
