The rain was my haven,
and I felt safe inside.
As the cold air surrounded me,
and I felt like I could fly.
The rain was my haven,
but now my wings are too wet.
Flying was now something,
I wish I could forget.
For these waters are too deep,
and my heart beats no more.
As my tears mix with the rain,
as if they weren't there anymore.
Now my eyes shut closed,
as the sky continues to cry.
Crying the tears that use to come from my eyes.
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Tears Like Rain
PoetryPoetry for the broken hearted, the misunderstood, the forgotten, and honestly for anyone that can relate. This is for those who feel a certain type of way but don't know how to express it into words. Let me be that voice, because I have felt these w...
