They asked me what was wrong
And I said I was fine
Trying as hard as I could not to blink
Cause when I did the tears would rush down
Then they asked why I was crying
And I said that I wasn't crying
It's just that the clouds in my eyes started to rain
I know that this isn't much of a poem per say but I liked it and wanted to share it
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Flowers Under My Skin
PoetryA series of original short poems written through my perspective.
