By idalia
I hate that.
I don’t want to dance in the rain
I don’t want to wait for the rainbow
That’s a lie, I know.
The storm never knew how hurt the cloud was.
They pierced through them,
violating and hurting
ignoring and scolding
How dare they say I’ll bring you joy
at the end you’ll praise my beauty
and say oh, how great and mighty
when really, it’s a cycled cruelty
You’re the storm you can’t deny
and the piercing rain as sharp as knives
They danced because they’re numb
I’ve never been so dumb.
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