Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind

The Rain

I sit by the window watching the rain fall, the rain flows in long droplets like never ending tears,

the rain does not stop, soon it flows like a stream, a stream without an end, without a barrier,

I see it flowing like a river, a river of the purest water,

the rain falls harder like tears from the deepest dispair,

the rain echoes all over again in my ears, the rain was never in my favour in all my living years,

the rain always brings me sadness but in my head always causes a madness,

the rain quickly flows down the window leaving marks of the past,

something that's sometimes beautiful, pure and magical,

to me precious, it's like all my memories are stored in little cases that's fragile and cannot be lost,

the images just appearing fast one afer another,

we have to live on through everything,

every sadness is what makes us stronger, we make memories,

keep them because they're so precious, just live while you still can.