I pick myself up,
wear myself down
A raincoat can cover so much
but the downpour continues to
taint my skin.
Wiping my tears,
fighting for sunrise to cleanse my
soul dry.
I paint a blue sky,
feeling it corrupt me
into sadness.
Blue is 'happy' if you try
pushing past a lot of clouds.
It's okay to stand listening to
a hummingbird, it's heart beats so
fast like horse hooves hitting earth.
Every day's a gift, focus on the human
beauty of the sound.
Don't you wish the world to pound
like a marching band with joy?
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Sad Girl
PoésiePoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
