Million Dollar Painting
Rain on my window, painting shapeless shapes.
Suffocated with their own sorrow,
too blind to see the bright tomorrow.
Shapes dancing on my window.
Giving away trust and love,
gaining nothing they bargained for.
Pressing my fingertips on the window,
helping the rain to draw it's pictures.
Wave of pain hits once.. twice..
beating the already beaten.
And still.. the rain keeps painting.
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