Misty rains fall , the tears sliding down my face all I can do is think of you and my heart is a cold empty place. Your voice haunts me as the world around me turns and all this love I have for you silently grows and burns I am the sensitive poet I am the brooding moon I wish and pray all the time that the hurt will leave me soon I am the moody sunset growing pale and bright you are the hopeful sunrise my never fading light. The world is a canvas The poeple pride and paint The thunder is the heartbeat never growing faint. The rose catches no tears The thorns have no soul My feelings are my thoughts that I have no control..
Reason for writing:
life .......
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