My trembling fingers are losing grip
Any moment now they'd slip
But what's the point in holding on
If my heart isn't quite that strong
My broken eyes can hardly see
The shaking ground right beneath me
But what's the point in waiting more
If the ending's just the same as before
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
