Showers of April, and flowers of may.
The clouds are falling, and the sky is turning grey.
The weather around me is constantly changing,
Yet the storm inside my chest remains.
Raging oceans, and silent pains.
How can my heart continue to break?
Hot summer rays, and cool autumn days.
Winter waits its turn, but it never fully left me.
Raging tides, silent shores.
Still I wait for you evermore.
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The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
