The raindrops, are just like my tears,
Dropping on my body, my sorrow, no one hears.
Thinking of her, going on her way,
I think of her, the person, most premier.

Thinking about those fantasies with her,
The memories were never blurred.
Thinking about what we could have been,
My least favorable outcome occurred.

Those good times with you were just short,
Like the rains, not falling, just drops.
Leaving me alone, being melancholy,
Leaving me alone, regretting, non-stop.

These days, the storms, rains, being near.
Those raindrops, or are they, my tears.

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