i needed to cry
but i couldnt
i sat and let my thoughts attack me
i felt the hot tears boil up inside me
but they couldnt escape
some part of me wouldnt let them
so i went for a walk
i think walking is good for the soul
and as i walked
it began to rain
and the tear drops fell from the sky
but rather than turn my collar to the cold
i turned up my face
letting the rain baptise me
the sky was crying for me
and i allowed her sweet water to soak down though
i was drenched in her tears
she cried for the girl to broken and lonely to cry for herself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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