Pain
Was not this rain
But a weight here
On a blue heart
See
What should be
Is not right
What is not right
Truly feels
Like is will be
But
Not anymore
Not yet ripe
Still painful
Found no relief
Cannot be ignored
Now
Monday comes
The sun shines
So I forget all
What pained me
Wearing my smile
As usual
The weight was nothing
Nothing at all
And now has gone
For a bit
Or more
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