A beautiful raindrop.
A raindrop that represents my love life.
It's really small I know.
You can't even see it that good.
If I ever find it again,
I'll smugde it or I'll drink it.
Depends on who the person is.
If it's her...again,then
I'll reconsider drinking it.
But I'll probably smudge it.
I'm just afraid it might
turn into a teardrop again.
Raindrop & Teardrop?
Isn't it the same at this point?
When it rains,the sky is crying.
When I cry someones
sky could be raining.
I know this isn't a good poem,
Also it is not long.
But that's all I can do for now.

#RaindropJourney

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