Rainy Nights
These Rainy Nights
Droplets of sorrow and pain
All of it hurts it, hurts down to the vein
These Droplets of memories and the past
All thoes memories I burned turned into ash
All because of the life I was givin and the life I chose
My life that was almost taken with a fucking rope
These Rainy Nights go from rains to storms
And when it rains it poors
But you wake up a day or too after that and you see the sun
Bright as can be shining just for you to relize the reason your alive
is because you are the one
These Rainy Nights
This poem is about:
Me