Murky black clouds fill my skies above,
Like the sorrow in my heart once again.
All the tears I've shed for the loss of love,
Now leak from heaven as teeming rain...
She wounded me so badly with all of her lies,
A storm so intense that day became night.
She fled into the night without any goodbyes,
But with three words this wrong could be right...
If she spoke those words they would surely be lies,
Could they fool my tender heart once again?
Would they bring a calm to my turbulent skies?
Bring forth sunny spells and halt my rain...
With each passing storm may she reminisce,
As every crash of thunder calls out my name.
And each turbulent wind carries my sweet kiss,
May she know forever, she has lost this lovers game...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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How, that's hurts so much! ! ! ! ! Very well expressed Poet! ! ! !