She only cries when it's raining..
Drops of salvation from the skies..
In the rain no one sees her heart break
no one sees her lies....
They know not that she cries..
Emotion hidden in every drop..
Never will they know..
She has been waiting for this rain..
to finally let her feelings flow..
To let lose of some of this pain
That few could ever know..
She cries for her loss..
for all she cannot be..
She cries from the guilt.
she carries religiously..
The tears roll down her face
and fall to the ground..
water rising fast..
she prays that she will drown..
She looks up to heavens..
and screams..
God, take me please!!..
But God...
does not want her..
So in this life she has to hide..
Pretending
she is someone..
Pretending
she is alive..
Knowing her soul has gone..
with the flowing of the tides..
The flood she alone created ...
That has spilled from her eyes..
Like a waterfall of emotion..
Flowing to the sea..
Never really knowing..
Where she is meant to be..
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Reviews of "She Only Cries When It;s Raining"
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2003
An outpouring of emotion. Doesn't it feel good just letting it out? Take heart sister ... one day you will find your way through the tears. ~Joseph
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2003
so true about a person sufferring after years of abuse and personal putdowns how true that is that they dont where they are or what they should do very nice poem here great job on it
Reviewed by B Thomas Daniels (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2003
"Drops of salvation from the skies..
In the rain no one sees her heart break
no one sees her lies...."
Love these lines, heartbreaking yet beautiful poem.
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2003
lovely imagery
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2003
She only cries with the rain, cause the rain will hide her tears so no one will know she is crying. Others will see no more than a smiling face hiding her torment. It
has been with her forever it seems, but is slowly starting to disappear, and when it does I will cry for her so she can smile.
Erica you are a precious soul. Bill
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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In the rain no one sees her heart break
no one sees her lies...."
Love these lines, heartbreaking yet beautiful poem.
has been with her forever it seems, but is slowly starting to disappear, and when it does I will cry for her so she can smile.
Erica you are a precious soul. Bill
Excellent__My Mother Always Said Whence It Rains,It Was Angels Crying, But__
You Really Do Not Want To Know What Rain Is!
TRASK
~E
Jack