Storm
The clouds will paint the sky with black
The world will miss the light of day
'Cause if you go there's no way to bring you back
Heaven will cry everyday
My heart's too weak to handle
A heartbeat without you
I pray to god to burn me like my candle
And blow me out before he does to you
The clouds crash with lightning
Like the veins around my heart
That bleeds each time the thunder
Tears the sky apart
Eternity's a storm
The sky will never see blue
Where will I find a home
If I'm not gone before you do...
Lara Houssami
11-5-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
