So I started forming this poem a couple of days ago...or maybe it was almost a week ago? I don't remember. It was raining, but that isn't exactly extremely helpful in this case. Anyway, I started making this poem, but then I forgot about it for a while. A few minutes ago I remembered and wrote it all out, adding a couple things here and there. And this one doesn't rhyme either, but I don't care. I think it sounds better this way, like it's not trying to hard to be amazing. I don't like it when my poems are posers. By the way, I realize this poem has an emo-esque feel to it, but don't worry, I'm not emo, or depressed, or whatever. Anyway, here it is:
Why is it when rain
Washes away my world,
Drowning my cheer
In a pool of tears,
The vibrant cheer
Of moments before
Smeared on my living canvas,
Why is it that
I turn my face
Up to the sky?
These tears of regret
From the sky
For what they've done
Clear my mind
Of its melancholy.
The drip, the drop,
The plip plip plop,
The drops that graze my cheeks.
They kiss my lashes,
My nose, my lips,
Whispering regrets.
They run down my skin,
Caressing my face,
Caring, consoling,
More alive than any friend.
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