Raindrops,
Coming down one by one
The night of the tears have left town
Now they are on their way to the route of the faraway out to live their fantasy but what mistook them was another night of a dream of raindrops.
If you could my raindrops of my tears like how you never wanted to see me cry and I know you are here to keep me from falling in my own puddle of teardrops and I know I will be okay in the process but you know that I was never able to make sense of the formula of life and while the raindrops of my tears keep on falling from my eyes that I used to keep closed because I never wanted anyone to see behind the waters of my eyes and to keep the raindrops dry a little longer before the rain became a storm in my own reality rather than in my dream that seems to hold the raindrops.
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If only you could walk in my shoes
PoetryIf only you could see just how hard the day is for me how when night creeps in it almost seems like I am living in a fantasy where no one knows my real identity besides you and me where onto we can see inside of each others glass slipper where after...
