The heaven paints the sky gray,
It made a mistake,
For crimes they'll pay.
You should have learned to give than to take.
Stealing a piece of innocence,
Stealing out the joy and happiness,
It was a feeling, it was an experience .
Water will pour down slowly at your cheek it caress.
Feel it on how cold is the weather?
For how it make you shiver?
The crimes you'll take as a taker,
You should have been a giver.
It was me crying for you
I was the rain weeping out in the love you threw.
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Sweet Poems for Me and You...
PoetryThese are my compilations of poems I have made about what I'm feeling in past days... May it be long or short, Will you be my escort? Through a series of love and desires? A dream that will never tire. A special set of poems for you my readers!
