When The Sun Died

With you I saw lakes, not seas. I saw the bad instead of the good. I was limited and I only saw the small picture of a big world. " You have to go through the storm before the sun comes," They'd tell me, but what if the rain is my tears and the rain just won't stop? But I trust the rain, the ground I stand on, I trust things that are not guaranteed, I trusted you... I put my heart in you hands and your hands would tremble and shake, until you let go... You promised.

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