a propos de moi
My sadness builds up like mountains in the sky and let the clouds be my eyes so when it thunders i would cry. My tears would fall down from heavens so that others could taste my pain. They would know how it feels to be stuck in the rain. Sleepless nights under the moonlight sky, drowning myself and buried underneath unliving lies. In a million words you couldnt find to explain how you got lost in a sudden rain. Waiting for something that was never sincere. Was some devastation mixed up in the air. When your vision is blurry and your mind create clouds the thoughts that were unspoken were never meant to be expressed out loud.