• Once, twice
    I look out my window.
    It's raining
    and raining
    and raining
    continuous as if it would
    die if it stopped.
    Those same raindrops
    match my cold, blue tears.
    Just like the raindrops
    keep falling out of the clouds,
    my tears are falling
    out of my sore eyes.
    Deep inside, i wish the
    rain would stop, so that
    I would no longer cry.
    My life recently has
    been nothing but tears...