Thunderstorms

With all the tears that we do cry,
We could surely fill the sky.
There would be no more need for rain,
'Cause now all we have left is pain.
The pain will make you shed,
Of everything he once said.
The pain just may never end,
but, you know he'll always be your friend.
But, with them pouring from my eyes,
I find, to my surprise,
That not everything is worth crying over.
I've got a good head on my shoulders.
So, the next time you endure some pain,
Shake it off & dance in the rain.
Keep your tears inside your eyes,
For no more tears shall fill the sky.

It's not over.

-H.