It's only midday
And the showers already begin to sprinkle
Down her cheek and down her chin
No longer may she hold it all in
Lets it out lets it out
All the wanting to jump and shout
To run
To run and run and never stop
She'd go and go and go and then go some more
Until all her troubles are forgotten
Because she can't hold it in any longer
She knows the only way to grow stronger –
She must become fonder of sharing her woes
For nobody,
Nobody
Nobody knows
How far deep her trouble goes.
Which just happens to flow(out)
Despite the pain, the throbbing of her heart, her chest
Her inability to see, through the water flooding her eyes,
She's finally decided she's fed up with all of her lies
From now on she will try
No longer feign a false smile over, and over again
This release from which she feels relief,
It is SO overdue
Acknowledging such, her tears continue to flow.
But now
They've turned
Turned into a feeling of hope, a lack of feeling blue
Because now she's going through a lesson of recovery.
Thinking of this makes her grin expression fade, and her tears flood with joy
Turns out all she needed was a little faith.
This is so shocking-
That she's crying tears of happiness,
And it's only midday.
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
