All of my poems are about you 

I am not allowed to cry anymore 

I have cried too much already 

So now the sky is crying for me

the weather is cold. 

I used to get a bit sad when it would rain, 

and you asked me why. 

You said rain washes away all the bad 

You said rain was beautiful 

because it gives everyone a fresh start. 

Now you're gone 

I still tried to embrace it 

but it's been hours and I am not new 

my hands are wrinkly and frozen 

even the rain sided with you, 

I have nothing left