Crying In Shame
I like the feel of rain;
a mix of hope and pain.
As the drops sting my face,
I start slowing my pace;
Nature understands me
and my reality.
Raindrops aren't gentle tears
but more like liquid spears.
And I soak in that hurt,
as my mind goes inert.
Betrayal broke my heart,
and my dreams fell apart.
Filtering love from lust,
my hopes relied on trust.
Now, nothing feels the same,
and I'm crying in shame.
The rain helps hide those tears
and somehow calms my fears.
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