Maybe when its sunny the world is at peace, even for just a little bit.
And then when it gets slightly cloudy, things start getting little tougher.
And those grey days, when it look like there may be some rain but the sky never lets go, thats when we need help, but no one seems to be there so we get depressed.
And finally when it rains is when the clouds gathered up all that sadness and lost hope in the world and let it out. When we cant possibly handle it anymore so we just cry and cry until the rain stops and you cant cry anymore.
And that rainbow at the end of the storm is that small piece of hope that you grab onto so dearly, afraid that if you let it go it'll be gone forever. So we take it with us and hold on to it until it runs thin in our own hands.
And once its finally gone and the sun come back out again we are enlightened, even for just a little bit.
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Broken Poems
Poetryi write what i feel. no rhyme or rhythm. just my thoughts put into some kind of an order.
