She screams through thoughts,
and cries in silence,
the lightning serves as her light,
and the thunder serves as her music
in her tenebrous night,
Darkness is her only friend,
the raindrops is her tears,
her anger is the storm,
and this world of monstrosity,
is her abominated home.
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Poetries from a sullen demoiselle
PoesíaI write poetries to express, not to impress.This one's not perfect, but I wrote these at my very best. Written by: FadedCraeiun
