they say, “April showers bring May flowers”,
but what if i like the showers more than the flowers,
what if i find more comfort in the clouds than daylight hours?
because the last time i saw a flower,
it was with its friends,
in your hand,
a smile paralyzing your face.
now you’re all i think of when it comes to flowers,
heartbreak and regret.
now i like the rain more than the shine,
i still see you,
it’s more comforting,
more comforting to know that the sky is sad too,
it’s mad at me and you,
while it’s drowning your flowers its draining my joy,
its drowning you out from my head,
slowly, not effectively.
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