Stormy day,
bring on the rain
and i will show you my pain.
Oh, these stormy days,
will not leave me behind.
With all of this rain,
there is no where to hide.
How will I survive,
through these stormy days of mine?
Oh, these stormy days
won't leave me at bay.
I sigh, at the sight
of another
stormy night.
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Withered Words
PoetryMy words are withered because they suck. A collection of some of my poems. If they're poems at all. (:
