Tears follow one another
As I sit without an umbrella
Cloud and I cry together
In the warmth of the blue weather
Cloud and I become best friends
As she gives me a great cleanse
A new start, a new beginning
I weep
Not realising a new friend starts to peep
Don't cry o' child
Begs sun
lite up with glee
I stop whining
Figuring I should agree
cloud slowly disappears
While sun chases all its tears.
Sun and I become best friends
As he teaches me to always make amends
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Romanticising Sadness
PoetrySadness deserves recognition and love as much as happiness. - A compilation of original poetry/quotes. - • • • <3 • • • All content displayed is fictional and based on my own ideas and imagination, any similarities with other stories...
