There are dark days that cry out for the sun.
There are dark days that desperately want to hold a gun.
They want a taste of happiness and wants the sadness to end.
One moment, the dark days want to fight and the other, wants to call it quits;
when the thunder starts to roar and the thought of a storm hits.
Dark days carry a burden-what will the outcome be?
Will it be showered with wrath and will the sun just be a tease?
"Sometimes, the sun peeks like it's provoking my emotions. Checking to see my state"
If you're going to do that, might as well just let it rain...
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Real Emotions, Raw Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book that will capture some poems that speak truth. Scream relatable emotions
