The tears

My heart became dark
Loosing every ounce of redness to it's pump
So it became heavy
The thunderstorms were the aches that pained right through
The tears broke down my face
As every drop of storm was just the beginning
It poured and poured till there was no more
Till I became sickled to end the storm
There was gon' be light after the storm had passed
A symbol of hope I guess
But my heart had stopped
Underneath the storm I was..
All that was left is the cold I feel.