The Heavens Stole My Tears From Me
The heavens stole my tears from me,
and chained them to a gruesome fate;
for if my fragile eyes should run,
the sky would then precipitate.
Whenever I would lose myself
to dismal thoughts and start to cry,
the clouds would waltz maliciously
with spiteful showers standing by.
The heavens stole my tears from me,
and hid them in a turquoise squall.
The world walked on. How could it know,
that anything was wrong at all?
Despicable, this lucid paint
that covered up my mournful hue!
Despite how close they always were,
they never knew my eyes bled blue.
They couldn't see my drops of pain;
they only saw the morbid rain,
dancing-
on my weeping heart.
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