Storm
Layers and layers of cloud
Fill the sky to the brim
Just as thoughts of you
Fill my mind.
The fact that no matter
What I do,
Or what I say,
Nothing will change your feelings.
Deep, heather gray clouds
Blow in with the occasional gust.
I smell the rain brewing,
But do not care.
Water falls
In sheets,
And I am soon blanketed
In rain, and
Grief.
The drops hit my cheeks,
And burn as they slide down.
Forming behind my eye
Is a different kind of drop.
It escapes,
Runs its course down my cheek,
And trickles around the
Ridges of my mouth,
Leaving a salty taste.
As the tear hits the ground,
A blast of thunder sounds-
Heartbreak.
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