"The clouded sky,
Often reminds me of you,
And your sad smile,
Your glassy stare.
But I know better,
Not to wait,
For the sunshine,
It never rises,
It never sets."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 60th
"The clouded sky,
Often reminds me of you,
And your sad smile,
Your glassy stare.
But I know better,
Not to wait,
For the sunshine,
It never rises,
It never sets."
