Maybe somehow the sky heeds your heart,
When you can’t express then it lashes harsh,
Every bead of rain is like blood from your veins,
Someway perhaps your soul gets the relief it craves.
Maybe somehow the cosmos knows your scrape,
When your heart aches and it needs a way,
It makes the earth run surge like fevered thrills,
It does in its own way what it can to mend the frills.
Maybe somehow the stars know that one day,
When you wake up you won’t have to brawl your way,
You’ll be snuggling in the rests of love and life,
Till that day find release in the tears the sky cries.
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