Drip. Drip. Drip. It's raining again. You stare out the window, watching the trees sway. Lighting flashes across the sky and there's a pair of eyes watching you from the trees. You blink and rub your eyes. Drip. Drip. Drip. There was nothing there. Thunder rumbles and a growl sounds behind you. DON'T LOOK ITS THE MONSTER YOU FEAR SO MUCH. You feel breathing down your neck. Your breathing stops. Drip. Drip. Drip.... you scream... Drip. Drip. Drip.
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Poems for the broken
PoetryI started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could...
