Looking out of the window,

looking at the storm.

Feels like a reflection,

of the tempest deep within of me.

Raindrops falling from the sky,

just like the pieces of the shattered heart.

Dark clouds forming above,

just like angst in my mind.

Rain, rain, go away

come again another day.

Don't remain within me

and make me weak all over.

Words cut and pierce,

they are just like heartless spears.

they really do....

cut and pierce....