O terrible, terrible day why are you so gray, when I know that you can do better? Have pity on me oh shallow, shallow day, for I have to go outside. When you are unhappy so am I, since I’m inside for the time Staring out the window looking at you cry cause you are so unhappy. You couldn’t have picked a better day to rain on our wretched little town, full of crooks that steal from the needy when they are down. O winds, winds come to me, so I can fly along while deep in thought. To let you wisp me away to a world so placid, that I fill with joy till I burst into tears, but when you die down I tend to fall in a direction not going up or down. But staying on a steady path. I watch the rain as I sit by this window. Thinking of you and the rain on this cloudy, cloudy day.
Reason for writing:
The same i was down and wrote it
(chris if you reading this your the best)
Birth sign: Virgo
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