Drip drop.
It might be the rain. It might be the tears
Boom.
It might be the thunder. It might be my fists hitting the pillow out of anger.
The lighting lights up the dark cloudy night skies.
Dark like my soul. Cloudy like my brain. Raining like my tears. Thunder is my anger.
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These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
