All the clouds in me are raining — r.h. Sin
The clouds, a mixture of blue and orange
Hours after the rain poured
The pine tree... moving gently
Like footsteps dancing to blues..
The lasting sound of nature
Vivid memories...crawling in, inviting sadness within.
The tears...rolling down her dark brown eyes
Gently dropping on an ancient journal
Dusty but perfect
The black inked pen..shaking from a trembling hand
Surrendering to pain..for her inner cry
The wind...washing thoughts as the birds chirped
A freshly opened page
Bringing tragedy..
Drawing unintentional end
Pain..it's meant to be felt, it's meant to be felt
Shouldn't it?
The sound of the drizzling droplets
Happiness - extremely temporal
The strangled cry
Her burning chest sensation
The heart gently laid on a train-way
Alone without a cause..
Sniffing in...holding back the tears
Sounding like two metals fiercely rubbing sides
All faith gone
A melancholic human...exactly who she was.
An air of desolation...her only obsession
Her thoughts..clouding to darkness
All from a girl beside the broken window
As death was a second away from her.
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– R. NESSA
