Treasure Island

Jean Pullman

(12-8-92 / willimantic)

Raindrops


Raindrops are falling from my eyes
They fall from pain filled and blackened skies
They fall because of broken trust
They fall because of deceitful love
They fall because of broken promises
They fall because of sorrowness
They fall because of false hopes being shattered
They fall like pieces of my heart being scattered
They fall and create a deep blue stream
They fall after a blood curling scream
They fall because i am lost in the dark
They fall because you broke my heart
Raindrops are falling from my eyes
They fall from pain filled and blackened skies

Submitted: Wednesday, February 17, 2010

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