wake up,
open your eyes
the dreams, they are gone
discovered as lies.
but darling
do not be sad
the sun will rise
before you go mad.
and when the tears defeat
and the strong turn weak
i hope you know
that it is time to retreat
because these long, hard battles
they have strong starts
but always end
with broken hearts.
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The color in rain || Watty's 2018
ŞiirBECAUSE my dear, the most FRIGHTENING thunderstorms create the most BEAUTIFUL rainbows. * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * ** * a collection of short bittersweet poems
