But then the sky turned grey
And the air shifted
teardrops begin sifting through the clouds as she rode her bike home.
Defeat enveloped her,
She was all alone.
All the soaking misery blended into a single hatred for
Oh why did I let myself believe such idiocy again.
She subconsciously knew this would happen,
Good things always end.
Just leave her be.
Leave her alone.
Nothing in this world
Can soak up all her misery.
The home inside of her is vacant.
And the skies are tear stained forever.