Sometimes I sit in my room,
staring at the grey clouds floating by.
A little bit of rain taps against my window,
making the silence a little less quiet.
Than I start to wonder,
what would it be like when I was gone?
I sometimes get these weird thoughts,
I wonder where they come from,
or how I can shut them off.
Sometimes they're scary,
Sometimes they make me feel numb.
What is it?
What is it that make these thoughts come.
Like the grey clouds outside my window they come,
and than they leave.
So how do these clouds disappear?
They let off some rain,
So I do just that,
I cry.
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Poetic Poems by Me
PuisiBasically a bundle of my Poems. Most of them are about pretty relatable stuff I feel/ go through. Though some of these are fictional Enjoy :) TW: I don't know for sure but maybe some topics can be triggering so be prepared
