Clouds of Jane


She lets out a soft sigh
Hesitation between her thighs
Looks up, asks God why
Eyes mimic an angry sky

If only ifs could be met again
Moments shared over cherry flame
Solitude and hopeless bane
Wonders if oceans drown with rain

Another night and its heavy stains
Drifting in life's blurred out lanes
Typhoon clouds of her friend Jane
Lost her soul, a misplayed game

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