Hey little miss where did you go
didn't you hear the upcoming storm,
The thunder will roar and lighting will strike,
The grass will turn black and birds will go south,
If the sky falls down and breaks into two,
The fear will be blue and so will you ,
so heal those wounds and stand up to the sky
there will be no sun so run missy, run.
YOU ARE READING
Dismissed
ŞiirAll the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see...
