emilycandace1023's Journal

Like the tears streaming down her face.

As she falls to her knees,

The tears keep coming,

The rains not stopping,

And she thinks nothings getting better.

She steps outside

The rain is cold.

She looks towards the heavens,

She tries hard not to think about it.

But the more she does,

She's done crying over you

She still gets sad when she thinks of you,

But now, when the rain comes.