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Emo, I know, Shut it! The rain comes down and cleanses the earth. A chance to start again, pure. After, wilted flowers replenished the sky's a richer blue And i rain. My eyes rain. But i am not pure nor calmed and i don't get to restart rain falling to earth from the sky, from heaven. a gift for all to see for the world to share with beauty in the blur and in the soundtrack, giving clarity. After' the sky is a richer blue in happiness. rather than clear drops of purity, raindrops run gray from my eyes discolored by deceit discolored by the mask i give to the world in place of me, my feelings, my truth So i, unlike the heavens, do not share my rain. And when the showers are done my eyes show bloodshot, instead of a brighter shade of blue and the source is more withered than renewed. - by: Jonathan Douglas Carter - |
