How i feel when she cries
by Adam
Conspicuous eyes closed
Inconspicuous questions unresolved
With head dozed
The world has surrendered to beauty
A breeze blows
Through the curtains of the open windows
Making the cloth dance
As the mind wanders
Like the sun’s rays shimmer
In a pattern around the room
The tears, like rain has finally ceased
For a month or four at least
For now all is quiet
But in a nigh hour
Out comes the beast
And unleashed is the power
The beauty is taken under
And the world is torn asunder
Like a roar of thunder
And surely, no rain falls
But hail showers the earth with icy balls
And clouds envelop the world like a pretty piece of stationary
And then, it all ends with a final emission of the rage of the ages
And all that is left from what has occurred
Is one drop of rain on the cheek
Streaming down upon a frown
And the image blurs
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
