The rain pours down, torrential as my tears. Silent but loud. My sorrow rings loudly in this forboding darkness. I walk blindly to the death of my parched heart. These tears wont ever yield till the end of this miserable exsistence. Yet still these tears fall upon my already soaked face. Will they not ever cease?
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Panda poetry
PoetryAlot of these poems are from my heart. I wrote them in times when i was depressed. I know theres probly alot of you out there who can relate. Wantin to let yall know yall arent alone out there. Alot of these poems are results of betrayal, sadness, a...
