stormy night
there are no stars to brighten this stormy night just thunder and lightning with no end in sight the howling of the wind has me boiling to the brim a little more and il overflow lose all control and just let go there are no stars to brighten this stormy night were stuck within this aweful fright.
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poems about being sad
Puisiso the title pretty much gives this away I written all of these when I was bored reading if your depressesd
