The drops of rain cascade down
The cold downpour reflects my pain
Like the sky was crying for me
And as I gaze out my window
I see the familiar grey skies
As my heart sees the imagery
Of which I cast upon myself
Except, I realize
Soon
The rain will stop, the skies will clear
And I'll still be here
Waiting for my grey skies to go blue
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
The drops of rain cascade down
The cold downpour reflects my pain
Like the sky was crying for me
And as I gaze out my window
I see the familiar grey skies
As my heart sees the imagery
Of which I cast upon myself
Except, I realize
Soon
The rain will stop, the skies will clear
And I'll still be here
Waiting for my grey skies to go blue
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