I cry for you
My tears fall down my face like the rain outside my window
Dark clouds of gray
Thunder and lightning storming my mind
Chaotic winds blowing pieces of a broken heart to and fro
No sunshine for days
As my tears flow and overflow
Flooding the very thought of us once being happy
Drowning it out, filling my lungs with waters of desperation
I
can't
breathe
Pushing the air out of me
The easy flow of breathing in happiness and love...
The easy flow of breathing in happiness and love...
The easy flow of breathing in happiness and love
Thunder Booms
Symbolizing my heart exploding
My mind imploding
My soul leaving the depths of me
Lightning Strikes
Ripping me apart
Tearing my love from me
I
Am
Incomplete
Sitting outside
The rain drops fall
My tears become the rain
The rain washes my tears away
Can you tell I'm still crying?
The Storm Is Here
Dark gray, almost black skies
These black skies in my eyes go on for miles
A bucket of rain has been poured from these skies
A bucket of tears flows from these eyes
Winds whistling with my anxieties and frustrations
The essence of me no more delectation and elations
But anguish, contempt, and tribulations
I
Am
Filled
With Pain and hurt
I ache from head to toe
My mind racing with the winds of affliction
Each piece of my brokenheart flooding with woe
The sunshine I once had has been suffocated by the winds of this
Rays of light blotted out by the clouds
Clear bright blue cloudless skies are cloudless no more
Everything was calm before the storm
Birds chirping, feel the warm breeze as it russels through the grass and the trees
But the Storm Is Here now
The warm breeze changes to winds violently
Thunder once in the distance approaches me quickly
Lightning strikes just inside my head
The rain falls flooding me with grief
Tears flow, crying and callling out for a rainbow
My judgement clouded, foggy with what was once adulation
The pit of my stomach heavy with revulsion and execration
I need the rains but not the storm
Rain, wash my mind free of malice
My heart free of affliction
My soul free of vexation
And bring the rainbow full of color
Full
Of
Color
An
Euphoria of
Animation and
Effervescence. The
Alleviation of
Agony moving into
Exaltation and
Exuberance
But for now,
The
Storm
Is Here
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The Ache OfHeartache is not always easily expressed. However, when one can find the words to convey that pain which is so deep that it cannot be reached (not even if you took a shovel and dug 50ft) they breathe life back into an unbeating heart and have the ability to create beauty out of grotesque acts. Archives
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