For all the love she never knew, she was just a storm passing through. Just a storm that would never know, who would go years and seasons changing rain to snow.
All around the world she'd fly, sharing her tears as she'd cry. Never knowing what her purpose was in this lifetime, billions of years watching days turn into nighttime.
Some days though she'd breeze about happy and free, watching people lay by the ocean, she had the whole world she could see.
But still some days she'd find herself unhappy, when she'd remember her past, and swallowing smiles as sappy.
Her eyes would boil over then, causing hurricanes and rain storms, thinking if she could only be truly happy..but when?
She had killed so many people with her sorrow, wishing if only someones happiness she could barrow.
Never meaning all the destruction she'd done, she hadn't grown up knowing life to be fun.
Her mood changed like seasons, her moods were seasons, but for what reasons?
She felt cursed and alone, she couldn't help her feelings, she after all was on her own.
While sitting in clouds as peaceful as silence, sometimes below she'd hear violence.
So many people like her, so many people who cry and plead out questions of why?
She envied those who didn't seem to care, though.

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