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Steve Feb 2020
Storm clouds gather over head
and match the sadness felt inside
with rain that falls from eyes instead
to meet the sky that cried

Shallow puddles fill roads traversed
ensuring footsteps shan't remain
and things that are so well rehearsed
with loneliness and pain

Desperate longing betrays the mind
serenity, now a fleeting dance
the world around, bleak and unkind
to souls without a chance

The wind it breathes in heavy sighs
whispers to empty things around
remaining sombre; so many lies
silence, the only sound...
Lela Feb 2020
If you were to die today the clouds won't turn grey
The news won't mourn your death
Nothing will happen to the book store you love
And "The night we met" still will be our favourite song

Only a few people will notice you're gone
My brother will still travel to Paris in a few years if he passes his exam
Nothing will really change that much
Everyone will forget your touch


BUT MY clouds will start to rain
MY BRAIN will always mourn your name
'The night we met" will make ME CRY
And the book store you love will shut down IN MY mind

I'M THE ONE who's world will collapse
Who cares about others?
I only cared about YOUR TOUCH

You were my world
Now I don't want to live on this planet anymore
I know it's hard but please don't leave me
Silver Feb 2020
touch
the most dangerous
of them all

fall apart at fingertip glance
skin peel under sunlight &
moonlight kiss
clouds caress scars
rain pours into

golden wells, blown to kingdom come
shattered your eyes.
forbidden fruit
Krishnapriya Feb 2020
I am a nameless dew drop
On a scent less flower
Longing for my Beloved
To dissolve me in His arms

Fly away oh clouds!
Of dense and dark illusion
Let me cast my eyes just once
Upon the one I love

Before I die
Longing
For His radiant Being.
FullmoonFlower Feb 2020
As I looked up
the sky darkened
like it knew what to do
in this moment
no words
just to be there
like it felt my pain
as I gasped for air
too much weigh
on my little heart
the clouds knew
now pouring down
to comfort me
LC Feb 2020
after a long monsoon,
the sun dries the cloud's tears.
Tenant Feb 2020
Cumulus cloud dancing in the shape of a brooding storm, look at him.

My Little drummer boy centered in an orchestra of seraphim.

innocent in the eyes, how soft his skin.

Touch me so I may touch you,
Your lips are soft so please press them to mine-
Cupid's bow to Cupid's bow, love is blind,
Unsuspecting.
Roses bloom and their thorns bind.
His hair
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