Screaming out to the night felt so natural
Crying out to the moon was a game
For it held me and made me feel safe there
In a body heavily filled with pain
The rain had built up for a while
In the clouds where I liked them to stay
But tonight I just couldn't contain them
For they overfilled once again from strain
And I poured down my rain like a hurricane
Exploding into all things with a violent rage
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
