She's like a cloud without the rain
The most special form of art
A girl that hides her pain
While tearing herself apartIf you want to look inside
It might take a while
One day the rain will no longer hide
And you'll see the soul behind the smile
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
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She's like a cloud without the rain
The most special form of art
A girl that hides her pain
While tearing herself apartIf you want to look inside
It might take a while
One day the rain will no longer hide
And you'll see the soul behind the smile