The cloud of self-doubt,
Raining acid on your parade,
Never allow it to take away,
The color of your life.
Don’t let a little storm cloud
wash away your rainbow.?
In the rain of tears,
Colors of life's umbrella meltdown
The clouded canopy of a raindrops
Brushes onto my esse of blues
To paint my umbrella of a rainbowed monologue
Into a colorlessly monochromatic dew.
The memo to life remains unscrewed
As the cue to live & love is reduced to a residue.
I became a debris of my own shadow
In a gamut ghetto of hues.
Clouds of hurts,
Rain the pain!
Washing away the colours of life,
Breathing but not alive!
But this is making the blueprint,
Of my enlightening turning point!
Shielding and hiding your pain
from the dark cloud and falling rain,
shadows your view of
the lucky rainbow of colors
flowing away from you.
When grey clouds appear,
The rain makes the colours disappear.
Let the puddles flow away...
Clear skies are on the way!
Hold your colour
even in the storms of your life.
These rainy days can really suck
the brightness out of you.
I shielded you from the storm
but you washed my colors away
and made me become gray
Anxiety and depression
raining on my parade.
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