First You Love Me Then You Hate Me.

My tears are falling on the clouds, my heart sounds like thunder can you hear it scream out loud. As my tears fall heavily to the earth. My wet eyes watch the scattering of the crowds. The ball game is now over, I  thought I hit a run and the ref is yelling foul.  So the clouds are gathering , so full and dark, my tears swarming like a army clearing the park.  My tears falling on foggy mountains tops, and I  am falling apart.  And my tears are building up, so I  am building a ark.  So I can float upon them safely. Yet my tears keep running, as pain chase me, as I am fleeing to safety, My tears are falling on the wings of Angel's, because first you love me then you hate me.