she/her/me

Storms

Stars dim and turn to go to bed
The sky shifts to a daunting grey
Orange sunsets have become a fantasy
Red roses seem dreams away
Monsters begin to roam the dead grass
Storms are coming... and no one is safe

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A/N: This one sucks. I'm so sorry. Anyway, thanks for all the reads and votes. You're all amazing and my writing really isn't. :)