Inside her head lived a dark cloud
That dampened all her thoughts
And roared with thunder storms so loud
The lightning like gunshots
The cloud got bigger all the time
With the turmoil that it stored
It got so big, it made her rhyme
But when it rained, it poured
She rained, and rained, and rained, and drowned
She rained until she dried
But no one ever heard a sound
She stuffed it back inside
She sometimes felt she got it out
And could almost see the sun
But just because she had a drought
Didn't mean that she had won
She kept a little residue
To metastasize again
That's why she always feels so blue
Why melancholy is her friend
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Inside her head lived a dark cloud
That dampened all her thoughts
And roared with thunder storms so loud
The lightning like gunshots
The cloud got bigger all the time
With the turmoil that it stored
It got so big, it made her rhyme
But when it rained, it poured
She rained, and rained, and rained, and drowned
She rained until she dried
But no one ever heard a sound
She stuffed it back inside
She sometimes felt she got it out
And could almost see the sun
But just because she had a drought
Didn't mean that she had won
She kept a little residue
To metastasize again
That's why she always feels so blue
Why melancholy is her friend
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