The painted roses have wilted to shrubs. Rain showers against glass windows and my drawings. Water seeps into ink moving down my desk like a grey shadow They cast tears down my portraits and fog through my still-lives my fascinated eyes sit and stare. Ruined and no longer beautiful They refect the change in my life How quickly came the rain's results. How quickly came life's consequences My insides filled with my crimes and sins I find this injustice the worst.
The same salt in our tears is searing our cuts. But yours,I'd tend to first. To try and show how much I care I will try my best to bear The consequences life has given me. Remember,the salt in your wounds must be cleared before mine I really dont mind.
..Everyone needs some sad things here and there...right?