My Heart Speaks

By , Milwaukee, WI
The sky is gray with sorrow
As my heart mourns
Rain drops in the puddles
Feeling like sharp thorns.

The room is cold and empty
In the think air
You can hear me breath quietly
If you even care.

The mix feeling hurts me
And all I do is weep
Look outside my window
Puts me to sleep.





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