The Weathers Emotion

Tears smudge my words on the page,
as they become eligible and the whole room is suddenly a blur infront of these blue eyes.
These words now cannot be seen,
But these words are my sacrificial feelings,
These words cannot make you return,
but they're for now, and always, my only comfort.

My emotions are as uncontrollable as a see-saw in the wind,
I would run those 5000 miles bare foot in the gail,
I would follow the breeze of my heart to you,
But how shall the weather be tomorrow?

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