The sky is dark and cloudy,
the park is anything but crowdy.
Cold winds seem to envelope me,
this fog does not allow me to see.
The echo's of footsteps can be heard from a far,
the creepy slient night is as pitch black as tar.
My breath i can see in the air,
the cool wind caresses my hair.
The noise of rustling leaves keeps getting near,
when a stranger grabs hold of me all i can give out is a tear.
I struggle and attempt to fight to no avail,
i cant help but feel helpless as i wail
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Variety of Poems
Poetryit's sort of a collection of dark love poems and other random topics or ideas.
