Bleeds.

Bleeds

When in doubt, my heart will bleed,

in times without, I will succeed.

All my sorrow, perhaps has proclaimed,

the stars will listen, as I cry in vain.

The night is listening, to my soiled tears-

and as I cry, I release my (perpetual) fears.

To dream, I will, and dream of rain,

my fears are burdened by my constant pain.

The piano plays constantly in the living room,

I cannot live without, for fear of doom.

To dream, I do, and dream of I,

my soiled tears are withered cries.

The crow caws constantly, outside my window,

and I see the rain in sheets in the street below.

How vain, it is, to think that I,

am hurt all not, and cannot cry.