Oct 12
poem 0 comments challenge: Fortune

It'll Get Better

The rain might be pouring from the pitcher that is the sky But it'll be sunny soon The cuts and bruises might still be visible But they will fade away The work will continue to pile up But it will all get done Lies will still be told But the truth will be found The day might be dark and gloomy But the day will get better Yeah, it'll get better.
About the Author: Corborchers
Author has not loved anything.