All of my poems are about you
I am not allowed to cry anymore
I have cried too much already
So now the sky is crying for me
the weather is cold.
I used to get a bit sad when it would rain,
and you asked me why.
You said rain washes away all the bad
You said rain was beautiful
because it gives everyone a fresh start.
Now you're gone
I still tried to embrace it
but it's been hours and I am not new
my hands are wrinkly and frozen
even the rain sided with you,
I have nothing left