Feelings are like birds flying around
they play hide an seek or choose to play catch
and expect you to get the ball
If missed the ball goes far away and you loose control
turing into a black cloud that is not yet determined
It pours white rain down into the stream full of poeple
you are alone faced by horror
one tear drops down
treaming and despair
next one comes down
and wets your face to become into a striaght ruler
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