Leaves falling like raindrops
And tears that Don't stop.
Storm churning, In my head, I'm filled with So much dread.
Thunder booming, Loud as ever, I don't know if I'll get better.
Rain dripping
Down my face
Mother says I'm going
Through a phase. Clouds rushing, Turning grey. The storm will end Soon they say.
Darkness enclosing Like my eyes As the storm Slowly dies.
S
un shining Bright and gay
It's just
YOU ARE READING
pathetic poetry.
RandomThis book is updated when I feel inspired, or full of words that I need to put out. It's a diary/rant/patheticexcuseforpoetry. Sometimes I like what I write but mostly it doesn't even make sense to me. But nonsense is the best sense.
