Rain

a very problematic day
the thoughts that came
just fade away
the rain just there
not as it is
it does.t mean the
slightest

my ways of life
my rose in bloom
the silence of
chaotic rooms
the way my
voice just gets
softer

as through the window
you stare not much
you wither with
the slightest touch
you're not the same
you've changed
you've changed
my happiness becomes
the rain

which still no lie
has sacrificed
meaning and content
that made my life
the way it was
has always been
until the wind of change
set in