It's raining outside. Mum used to always tell me that it rained when I lost control and I suppose she was right, as all I can feel now is a kind of empty that the bottom of my glass can be sympathetic with.
It's not lost love that breaks my soul, it's none at all. The whispers from deranged foes and apparently friends are all that hit my ears wherever I go and I'm sure that the heavens pity my sincere devotion to the stars that I wish upon, wondering if hope is just another 4 letter word that is blasphemy.
It's true what they say--you can be surrounded by people and still be alone and the drumming on my window by the Mockingbird illustrates this tone. I am afraid that I will die in the clothes I was born with, impacting the world in only one deep breathe and a few foolish words.
I wonder if the rain ever wonders why it's there.
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Comments
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i think the rain wonders why its there.
beautiful write.
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Marvelous! I absolutely adored the ending lines; they really...ended it nicely.
"...wondering if hope is just another 4 letter word that is blasphemy."
Gorgeous lines; thanks for sharing.
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"I am afraid that I will die in the clothes I was born with, impacting the world in only one deep breathe and a few foolish words."
i think you mean *breath.
but I love these lines. I can totally relate.
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It's not lost love that breaks my soul, it's none at all.
-aww, gorgeously heartbreaking line
I wonder if the rain ever wonders why it's there.
-OH MY GOSH. BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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