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The skies grew dark, the rain is coming.
My heart grew heavy, and soon tears will start falling.
I'm not lyrically inclined, I dont know words to make it sound nice.
Your heart lies in a box, I go around it; trying not to fault.
Beneath my smiles, hangs a frown.
Could you tell I've been hurting as much all these while?
And the rain starts to fall,
I sat and watch sunshines grew gray for awhile.
The bleak emptiness that grew inside,
overwhelms when I know you might never realise.
True love is when you have to watch a friend leave,
with the knowledge that you might never see him again.
But you know he'll be in your mind and heart forever,
and the nights start to seem longer.
`iamamanda. at 1729.