Rainy day,
falling angels cry.
Loved ones
saying goodbye.
Little parts of us broken again.
Our pieces shatter,
too numb to feel pain.
When you clearly hear thunderstorms bursting,
you'll watch droplets race on your window.
Pray for your beloved ones,
who chose the sky as the only place to go.
Maybe it rains because ghosts of them remember us,
mourning all the grief they left behind.
They're watching broken glass and blood flowing,
incapable of help in any kind.
And those who think they can't keep going,
please lord bless them with your strength.
And those who kept on falling,
help them steadily stand again.
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Bits and Pieces
Poetry{GREAT THANK YOU'S TO MY BABY: FARAH (the_author15) FOR MAKING ME THIS DOPE COVER}. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in...
