the sun was shining,
what a beautiful day.
but the sky seems to dim.
-- where did the sun go?
a quick glance; an answer.
hmm, odd, the tv man said sun.
i lie down; serenity; rest.
then, a drop. and another.
and another, in succession with each other.
faster and faster they fall; my picnic ruined.
"oh well", i think as i pack.
i suppose tomorrow'll be better; no promises.
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i'm no poet, it's just i've been really stressed out, sat down at my computer and this is what i came up with. it's basically about how you can't really trust anything people say, even when they promise you. i don't know, hopefully that's the vibe you got from this when reading.

It makes no sense to me.

it's basically about how fast things can go from good to bad because you can't count on what people say. like he thought it was going to be a good day outside because the guy on tv said it was supposed to be sunny, then just like that it rained and his day was ruined. idk, i'm not a ****ing poet, i just wrote it because i'm stressed out.

hey man that's pretty cool.