June 12 2017
The clouds to today cried and cried.
Though even after there explosion of cooped up water they still are dark.
They are smoother and lighter than before but yet still carry the diminishing amount of sadness that threatens the sun.
Like the clouds I have cried and cried.
Though even after my breaking point was broken, I am still darkened and dragged down by my failures.
I am calmer than before but still carry the anxiety of what is to come and the sadness that imposes my being.
Please God help my sadness that impetrates happiness.
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PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
