Rain pours itself upon her head
And in every raindrop's a reason for crying
She followed the rules, and look where it has lead.
She hates the pain, Oh she'd rather be dying.
Time moves all the while slow
So she can hide her tears
So she'll be sure no one will ever know
Any of her white dressed fears
As if not pained she walks with style
But she never walked crooked before
In every step, in every mile
Correcting her mistakes, for the adore
Winds move all the while fast
So she can run far, far away
So she'll always be found last
Every single time, everyday.
Her reason for crying was never defined
There will always be a thought in the back of her mind
But someday she'll open her ravaged, torn heart
And in its repair, I'll have the leading part.
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Of Rubies and Roses
PoetryOf Rubies and Roses: A Poetry Collection Self-written poems, shorts, paragraphs and random jibberish good for your soul. -Of Rubies and Roses- "Accross blankets of stars, In adventures through the sea, In tales of rubies and roses I remember you."
