Melancholia
When listening to the rain
My thoughts are empty.
Resoundingly so,
Thinking only of what was
But is no longer
A certain aching
Fills my heart like the rain drops.
When I think of you.
Melancholia
When listening to the rain
My thoughts are empty.
Resoundingly so,
Thinking only of what was
But is no longer
A certain aching
Fills my heart like the rain drops.
When I think of you.
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October 9, 2019 at 4:26 pm
Pretty deep for a short writting
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