Down comes the rainfall
The clouds rest above us, hanging tall
The rainbow be what we are awaiting
This bad luck we will not stop hating
Love comes with the colorful thing
The rain brings along words for insulting
People are mean, bad, and cruel
But when the storms done, they look like a fool.
This is my life, I do as I please
No matter how much they bug me like fleas.
They are not good, so I must be.
To keep my life, I must be me.
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Poems from the Heart.
PoesíaThe tears have been long gone Since the page was torn apart I don't need the paper now I know my poems by heart The poems are my life for now Now, then, and forever These are the deepest depths of my heart Much heavier than a feather The life of me...
