Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Pour me down.

Tears,
All she saw,
The only thing,
Clouding her view,
Tears,
Streaming,
From her cheeks,
As waterdrops,
On the window,
Cleaning so light,
Can shine trough,
Yet light did not come,
Only darkness surrounded,
When she closed,
Her eye lids,
Once again,
Only to release,
The last of her tears.

Sad people love the rain,
Because,
They are no longer crying alone.




















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