This is another poem that reminds me so much of one Inuyasha story, so I had to submit it. Tell me what you think?
Rainy Days
As happy as I can be you say,
the only happy you see is fake.
Mourning over the death of someone,
who died a lonely day.
It's too hard to get over the sight you see,
you memory just will hold it tight,
My orah that surrounds me,
is as black as black can be.
Today I cry the river of sorrow,
today is the day I sell my heart for tomorrow.
Those rainy days bring back memories,
of hopeless thoughts to me.
So, review and tell me what you think!