They're not the same,

they have different outlooks on life.

When she cried,

you told her, just hold on.

He's alive,

But he's been sick with you his whole life.

With the eternal change of views.

Each returned home on their own.

He drank these thoughts to the bottom.

Not in the rain, but until the morning.

It wasn't a tear that fell from the sky.

Eyes closed to these feelings.

She loves silence.

Where the streets are loud.

There, you can scream without drawing boundaries.

Stopping might just be a smart thing.

Releasing all the birds from within.