The clouds
They fill the sky,
Rolling with an agony
They can't deny.
Raindrops fall swiftly
Kissing a quiet earth.
Departing from the heavens
With all they're worth.
Then come the birds,
beautiful in their songs.
Taking swift to the air
Where they truly belong.
Everything has a place,
A task, where they must be.
Everything must fit into this puzzle
Except that is, me.
God damn it
what about me??
If everything has a match
Why am I so fucking lonely?
-Lyn-
