She's a hurricane
Tearing through her home
Her tears are the rain
Her swift shadow running is the lighting
Her loud sobs are the thunder
She's a hurricane
Frantically trying to find the only thing she has left from one closest to her heart
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Meaningless Words A Book of Poetry
ŞiirMy poems may be triggering for anyone that reads them. Throughout 3rd to 7th grade I was bullied, I became depressed, started having anxiety, gained trust issues, started having insomnia, now have PTSD, and recently had someone extremely important...
