It’s raining in my heart, my love.
Melancholic pools are filling each weakened vessel,
Flooding the fragile chambers that
pump my intoxicated blood.
Sadness consumes me, as gentle droplets of sorrow trickle down the contracting arteries, and tears sting my eyes.
A storm is raging now.
Don’t let me drown.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
It’s raining in my heart, my love.
Melancholic pools are filling each weakened vessel,
Flooding the fragile chambers that
pump my intoxicated blood.
Sadness consumes me, as gentle droplets of sorrow trickle down the contracting arteries, and tears sting my eyes.
A storm is raging now.
Don’t let me drown.
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