tiny droplets
fall from the tips
of your long lashes
onto your cheeks
filled with
umpteen sadness
and your lips of pink,
made of melancholic jelly
with ruptures of love.
you've always related to rainstorms,
perpetually pouring,
giving your everything, night and day,
your tenderness & your support,
but all you always got
was pain & hatred and anxiety
and myriad complaints.
"why does it rain so much?"
"why won't you stop drizzling? i'm tired'
"go away rain, don't come again"
and it just breaks something inside of you.
your heart's already broken
and now your soul probably is too.

©️Written by Viona Lauren 2021