Melancholic Screams and Nonchalant Skies

Is it raining because its lonely?

Or the rain just a timely cry?

Of times worth holding on to

To the times of solemn sighs
The soft whispers of serendipity

Combing softly above your head

Forever trapped in a nostalgic entity

Of meaningless poetry and dread
And it grows under my skin

Potruding slowly into my eyes

The sound of melancholic screams

And the sight of nonchalant skies

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