• Slipping though drops of rain,
    But your heart soaks up all the pain,
    It's a crying shame,
    But he's not to blame,
    You where the one who loved,
    Because of he's eye's softer than a doves,
    Now you think of the happiness but,
    Was it worth your heart getting nicks and cuts,
    No,
    That's why you left you had to go,
    The rain clears up,
    And you feel drained like a spilt cup,
    You make it up the stairs,
    But after the effort no one cares,
    Going to your bedroom and take a sigh,
    Because you're in no mood to cry,
    Pick up a pen then stab the paper like a knife,
    Talk about todays good and strife,
    You're done! Re-read and review,
    Happiness fills you boy thats new,
    You lay your head to rest,
    Thinking that poem was one of the best,
    One more page filled.