Why do people pop into my life and make me feel special just to pull away right as I start to fall so hard and so hopeless.
It's just so cruel to see the brightest colors of hope just to see it shift to storm clouds and sadness.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
