I felt the rain drop trickle down my cheek
It was very unpleasant
It was sad and eerie
Time went by and it rained even harder
Even more pain
Even more sorrows
It's raining
I pulled out my umbrella
It was damaged and broken
Used too many times, though keeping the rain out
Another big storm happened again
The rain grew harder
Nearly knocking my umbrella away
It's raining
Eventually it couldn't take anymore
The umbrella broke up and the pieces were torn
I knew that I couldn't handle the storm
Yet I pressed and pressed until I could no more
The rain won't stop coming and now i am soaked
With all of the terrors and loss of all hope
The umbrella was my heart
The rain was my tears
The storm that wouldn't go away was life all my years
It's raining
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『𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔』 Poetry
Poetry*･゜ﾟ･:*･*･゜ﾟ･:*･*･゜ﾟ･:*･*･゜ﾟ･:* If the tears came from the happiness of the heart Would the world have been a better place? *･゜ﾟ･:*･*･゜ﾟ･:*･*･゜ﾟ･:*･*･゜ﾟ･:* This contains what you may call "depressive poems" Warning: it may contain: -depression -ment...
