The two suns on my face are hidden
By a wall of poofy, blonde clouds.
The pale sky is, also, hidden
As the rain begins to pour.
There is clear rain and red rain.
One comes from behind the clouds
And the other hidden by smiles.
The sky is covered with red lines.
When my heart breaks,
I feel the clear rain pour.
Later, when I'm alone,
Red rain pours.
The sounds make by the sky
The 'thunder'
Fall silent
Because no one cares to listen.
The sea of hope evaporates
Into invisible water vapour.
Then, everything builds up
Until the rain of pain and sorrow.
The rain pours hard and loud.
Yet, no one sees or hears.
Red rain pours from the thin slits.
Yet, no one knows or cares.
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Poems
RandomTurns out I really like poems. So, I'm making a story just for poems! Hope you like them ^w^. Warning: I'm not very good and they'll probably all have really dark meaning. Also, most will probably be about mental disorders. Meh. Love you guys!!!! X...
