May 4, 2009
By H63095 BRONZE, Myerstown, Pennsylvania
H63095 BRONZE, Myerstown, Pennsylvania
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The raindrops on my window pane are like the teardrops in my heart.

The thunder in the sky,
is like my yelling when I'm mad at you.

The tornado going through the town, is like my temper, very destructive.

The lightning that split the tree, is what I felt when you broke my heart.

The hurricane destroying cities, is like the tears falling after you broke my heart.

The rainbow shining through your window, is like my smile when you say "I'm sorry, I was a jerk, I love you."

Then come the raindrops and it all starts over...

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