My emotions are a spring storm.
The rumbling and crumbling of the storm is my anger bubbling at the surface.
The flash of lightning is my mask breaking and fixing itself in a blink of an eye.
The rain tumbling down in waves are my tears that cloud my vision.
The twist and turn of the twisters is my breaking point being breached.
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
